The Atlantic Ocean gobbles up our idle chatter but can’t silence our vivid imaginations as we scramble over the rounded interlocking tops of black basalt columns trying to hear what this wondrous place has to say. Social media has just reminded me that I was here exactly one year ago. Two solo pilgrimages. The first in the anguished throes of disentangling myself from the safety net of a long-held, sensible job. This time free and feeling like myself for the first time in forever.
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