July 2008. We walked back from Driftwood Cove to Flounder Bay as the light faded. In midwinter one's likely to have the place to oneself, save for the gulls, the terns, a few gannets cruising along a coast that seems ancient despite the facts of its history. If I saw the silhouette of a pterodactyl out there over that ocean I'm sure I'd experience no more than a momentary confusion, a ripple in reality, before thinking, yes, that belongs here.
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Ogres would have to pay a toll, though.
Zhoen, yes, be a good idea to keep them off that track. It's not built for heavy loads.
Sorry, just making a Three Billygoats Gruff reference.
No bridges for them to hide under, though, Zhoen ;^)
But it's the goat's track, so the ogre (or troll) would have to .... nevermind.
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