Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Onward


As soon as I was able, Starry and I continued on our way.

But close over our heads there was a terrific commotion of crashing surf on rocks---while surging water made the footing treacherous.

We went more slowly now, clinging to the sparse outcroppings of moss-covered stone for dear life.


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