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Here is a Topsail morning. I remember it. I remember the sun being ahead of me and my pushing it off to the side and the surf. There is a subtlety to the tide, to the right moment for swimming. This past summer, 11 a.m. was the golden hour for the most beautiful of times to interact with the tide. There. For me. The rest of the day and night was for watching. Every morning, I would walk to the pier and back, and when I was alone, I liked to put the camera down, turn left, and step into that water....and let it be. So beautiful. So easy. Where else to be? Honestly, I don't know, and I have yet to hear a compelling argument for or from anywhere else.
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