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These rocks just never cease to amaze me. They give Lawrencetown so much character, for as much as I hate walking across them. And for as much as I hate the creepy crawlies that lurk in the gaps (seriously, spiders the size of your fist that just jut over and under the rocks so quickly you can do nothing but squeal and pee-dance around them). This is the ramp that leads down to the water, and when I knelt down here, I swear it looked like one of those crazy, colourful ball pens I used to flitter about in when I was a kid.

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Because the rocks are so perilous at Lawrencetown, and because I still have a bum foot, I have to bring a more stable-soled pair of shoes with me when I go. If I wore flip flops, my foot and ankle would twist amongst all the stones and it would just be bad news. These shoes aren't rock solid, but hey, they're better than flip flops. As usual, I kicked them off in a fit of joy as soon as my toes hit the sand. I walked over a few feet to get away from the rocks, and I was putting a layer of wax on my surfboard when I looked over and thought...huh. That'd make a real pretty photo. Haphazard--like me :)

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