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This
weekend we walked along the Cliff Walk at Prout's Neck. Don't ask
me what a Prout is, but its neck was great!
The
walk winds around the cliffs offering breathtaking views of crashing
ocean waves. What was really fascinating to me were the massive
rock formations. They contained vast amounts of quartz and some
shone like sparking diamonds in the sun - others were shimmering
with green, pink and silver streaks.
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I
kept stopping all along the way, pointing them out to Don with squeals
of delight. This, of course, made
our
trek take longer than it should have, but I told him those rocks
just kept calling out to me to stop and take a closer look.
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Is
that crazy lady really talking to rocks???
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You
look maahvalous for your age, dahling!
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explained that they'd been there for thousands of years just waiting
for someone to come along and appreciate them. It's one thing to stop
and smell the roses, but when you stop and converse with rocks, people
tend to give you wide berth on the path. Oh, well, anyone who doesn't
talk to rocks or hug trees I don't understand anyway... |
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