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Show Go Love/231 29. Three days become five days, then seven, eight before we lose count and time becomes nameless, the way it must be for people after they accept being stranded at sea and begin to partake of the feast their senses offer. We wear no watches. Days ago Lara fed the last pages of an Arkansas Wildlife Calendar Issue to a beach fire, June's great blue heron piercing a sunfish with her bill burns into July's fiery hummingbird, the ruby throat drifting toward the water as the section titled Sunrise and Sunset at Little Rock. Arkansas ignites. That the road down the mountain to the surf is washed out and dangerous becomes a blessing~we have the place to ourselves most days, save the big fishing ships you see miles off, and the omnipresent whale spouts We've come to recognize a few individuals, notably a mother with calf which Lara has named Chucky and Chuquina At two, maybe three miles, the stretch of ocean has a natural wall at either end The southern boundary is a series of jagged cliffs, impassable for ships even at low tide when the beach widens. The northerly point is the Cape itself, towering up to a meadow with a panoramic view from the century old lighthouse with its saucy tour-guides-Kappa Deltas down for summer from the U. of O. in Eugene. From seventy, eighty miles at sea ships can sight light |