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I am on the Southern part of the Island (don't have a watch), sitting on these cement jetties buried in the sand so that only the top slab sticks out. It looks like a bench sunk into the sand. It is just me, almost, except for one person walking away in the distance, and the birds. Seagulls-bunches of them. I wish I could hear their inner dialogue. One right behind me-- should I turn and squak at him?
