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| As I set myself here on a wet and stormy dawn, two fishermen pass by on their way to the distant tidal shelf for a leisurely morning of rock fishing. A hungry pelican nearby marches back and forth, keeping watch in the hope of a seafood breakfast. As the sun boldly announces its arrival beyond the crumbling face of the headland, the rain and clouds begin to disperse bringing the promise of a fine day. |
