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Every place has it's own peculiar rhythm. Finding your own way through that rhythm is how you come to be somewhere else.
Corrinne and I figured out last night that by the end of this trip we'll have spent just over six weeks on St. George Island over the last few years. What's interesting to me though is that every time we come there's a different rhythm to our time here.
Rhythm always grows out of constraints. Here that means weather, children, family and friends and the occasional completely unpredictable moment.
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