Seeing is listening. It’s music, an orchestra, a symphonic swell and ebbing decrescendo. It is an alternation between sun and shade, the everyman choir of tree cricket nights, the breath of the sea in its in-and-out tides. Seeing is tension and release, hurricane and breeze, the grit and heat of sand on feet and then relief of grass and moss and lichen …
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