4:00 a.m. Another restless night. Deep sleep, waits for another day.
It’s time.
I walk.
It’s been 1,902 consecutive (almost) days on this twilight walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
I’m walking at the top of the Marina, warily making my way around rocks, glistening and coated with algae.
I hear soft murmurs.
What is that? I stop, to listen.
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