It seems like the edge of the world. Two very different places, different in time and space, slide slowly by each other. Waves break on the shoreline, as they always have.
We walk through the low dunes. She discards her clothing, and now the sun and the wind and my hands play on her bare skin. We hide in the beach grass and watch the people walk by.
Here we try to escape from ambiguity. We bend lines drawn by others. We create stories and share them with people from far away. What should be freedom becomes merely another set of choices; and yet, freedom is all there is.