And by some cruel fate, there is always more ice.
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This week we ventured to the harbour area to watch some of the fishermen come out of their yearly hiding spots to re-wire their fishing traps. We walked down to the frozen shoreline, the wind cutting at our necks and just stood. All we could hear was the crashing of waves and ice as the water came to our feet and dissolved back to where it came from.
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