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Published: September 5th 2014
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The sky is gray, occasionally spitting rain. Palm trees by the shore are swaying to the strong winds. The waves, not really big but strong, are crashing to the shore. I climb the ledge overlooking the sea and try to gain a wide-angle perspective of where I am. Except for a couple of souls strolling, the oceanside boulevard feels desolate. Pop music blares from the restaurant row fronting the beach...
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A fine hero!
Sounds like the kind of sweet, relaxing holiday that I love. How wonderful that your national hero wasn't a general, but a humanist and poet who contributed so much during his exile. Very inspiring!