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For me, the comparison to water… it’s such a beautiful thing, right? It can be so destructive but so peaceful at the same time. Montreal’s an island, so basically we’re surrounded by water anyways, I kind of grew up with that feeling: being stuck on an island in a certain sense. I love the fact that the movement of water defines who we are as well. It’s something continuous and always inside of us. - Béatrice Martin (Cœur de pirate)
Relationship goals: walking side-by-side down a foggy street, wordless, grim-faced. Rain patters against our coats and drips off the rims of our hats. It is too cold to hold hands, so our fists are thrust into our jacket pockets. We are connected only by the headphone cord-splitter that allows us each to listen to a riveting audiobook. We kill whoever tries to walk between us.
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Glass Beach, Northern California
From 1950 to 1967, residents of Fort Bragg, California chose to dispose of their waste by hurling it off the cliffs above a beach. No object was too toxic or too large such as household appliances, automobiles, and all matter of trash were tossed into the crashing waves below, eventually earning it the name The Dumps. Then in 1967, city leaders closed and reclaimed the beach. Various cleanup programs were undertaken.
Over the next several decades, the pounding waves cleaned the beach by breaking down everything but glass turning the sand into a sparkling, multicolored bed of smooth glass stones. The California Department of Parks and Recreation purchased the land and incorporated it into MacKÂerÂricher State Park in 2002.
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