Rugged. Harsh. Unforgiving.

 

Beauty
lies
here.

 

Sharp rock shaped by powerful seas,
shifting winds revealing delicate light.

 

The striking red stretches onwards,
pebbles move with the tides.

 

Exposed in the open space,
subtleties are brighter.

 

Continually
changing,
traditions
endure.

 

Stories yet to be told (again),
the past is present.

 

A soul is captured by this land,
but it is free.

 

Unfamiliar for so long,
it is home.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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