Salve et vale!
Slingshot around the horn, around the barren beaches under the glacier, around the long end of the pond where the angry terns dive, and gone again. That stake is well driven down into the rock, though. The rope creaks, but the knot holds to the ring (could it be otherwise?), the ring squeaks on the pivot, and the line will sweep back.
Vale et salve!
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we need a photograph !
Oh, but the camera doesn't focus at that distance. It's too bad, really.
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