Farther down the cement walkway the waves crashed with greater intensity against the breakwater. At the risk of being soaked, I dangled the left channel over the edge, while letting the right channel absorb the softer residual effects from where I was sitting. This deep towards the historic red lighthouse all other sounds were neutralized--the birds and passersby all became mute. Still, there is a great depth to the waves themselves, not merely crashing upon cement, but also intersting byplay even in the lulls.
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