June 24, 2011
Only the lulling sounds of nature penetrate the stillness of the secluded bay.
The lapping of water against the rocks; the chirping of birds calling to one another; the wind rustling across the cove and past the greenery all around me.
Currents mix and move around the various outcroppings of rocks, reminding me of the shipwrecks spread across the island’s treacherous shores.
This is Bliss.
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Wow. This is gorgeous.
Bliss is right!