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February 11, 2007
Monetís The Manneporte (…tretat), 1883

We brace ourselves and try to remain on the slick rock of the shore. We are two sheltered souls, baring our bodies and souls to the wind. The waves thrum and crash out of time with the metronome of our dying hearts. The great edifice of stone arches over us to allow us a reprieve from the boiling sun. The salty ocean mists drown us but forgets to mollify the burning within our chests. The eyes of God rest upon us and we try to peek back, only to see the echoes of his presence.