The road winds along the coast, empty at this hour wild where it all begins when the world sleeps it off. On the one hand a city seems to face the sea with a mess of houses and other stuff running down to the beach, while the other, the sea seems to answer to hundreds of rock climbing in silence beaches and jetties, and almost afraid do not stop, threatening, roadside. Everything is shrouded in early-morning mist, the sun just Sailing timidly behind a curve and I go through dragging a dream that haunts me awake, the adventure that the landscape seems determined to continue writing in front of me.
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