Walking along the whipping westerly winds, picking up smooth, rich, exceptionally rounded basalt rocks with small rivers of quartzite...this thought appeared heavy on my mind. And it wouldn't leave.
Maybe the gusts and the ocean purify all. Maybe sin cannot take hold amongst such powerful energy. Maybe forgiveness can be had in the blink of an eye.
I can't say for sure but
There is no sin at Cannon Beach
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