It was a morning with dew still on it. The slightly thick salted sea air transformed the mist into cigar-like entrails that were curling their way through the maze of tall water reeds, before rising to the sky. The silence was broken by the snap of a twig as a deer was making his way down to the wild blackberry bushes that line the muddy shore banks. Full article

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