Down on Owhiro Bay I stood on the stony beach and looked out on the sunset water all orange now with the sun gone down. The pink colored snow capped peaks of the South Island standing out like some fairy land on the waters of the Cook Straight. I listened for a while of the lapping waters making that shingle sound of the turning tide. Ignoring all this, I turned around and took a photo of the cluster of houses on the hillside, then went home. Don't be square, go here.
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