About three I parked the car and walked to the safety rail. The earth fell away before me, gnawed away by the crashing waves. I stared into the tumult. The water was black, the sky gray and my breath a wispy white. The sound of the sea grinding at the land filled my ears. I sat in the dust in a daze. I thought and gazed and drank of the scene until I forgot what these tears were about. My face stung from the wind. About four it started to rain. About five a landslide swept me into the ocean.
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