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Unsettled

I am unsetlled. My thoughts sometimes storm across the news feed of my head, but interruptions calm me down, bring me out of it, a respite till the next wave. If it stopped raining, it started again soon enough after leaving the shelter of the car to drive me back in, all along the Oregon Coast. US 101 hugs the cliffs and climbs high above the Pacific as it approaches Heceta Head. A scenic pulloff with a spectacular view of the light sits just south, and I waited out another squall outside and in. Waiting for relief. It stopped. I preoccupied myself with lenses, and settled long. The mist will begin now, already rising above the expanse, blending into the overcast. The breakers are diminishing, but on the beach along Devil's Elbow Cove, below the Keeper's house, they still throw a fine spray that climbs the headland. There is chop behind, constant motion, as with me, finding my own balance. I am unsettled, but there is a light at land's end.

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I am unsetlled. My thoughts sometimes storm across the news feed of my head, but interruptions calm me down, bring me out of it, a respite till the next wave. If it stopped raining, it started again soon enough after leaving the shelter of the car to drive me back in, all along the Oregon Coast. US 101 hugs the cliffs and climbs high above the Pacific as it approaches Heceta Head. A scenic pulloff with a spectacular view of the light sits just south, and I waited out another squall outside and in. Waiting for relief. It stopped. I preoccupied myself with lenses, and settled long. The mist will begin now, already rising above the expanse, blending into the overcast. The breakers are diminishing, but on the beach along Devil's Elbow Cove, below the Keeper's house, they still throw a fine spray that climbs the headland. There is chop behind, constant motion, as with me, finding my own balance. I am unsettled, but there is a light at land's end.
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