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Xerokambos, on the eastern edge of Crete, where the island runs out of road and the Libyan Sea begins. Early morning, the light still pale and unhurried, the air carrying salt and the dry scent of thyme from the hills behind. The sea arrives in long, low pulses, breaking close to the shore and unfurling across the sand in thin sheets of white. The tide is on the turn, and the rhythm of the waves is quietly rewriting itself — a longer wait, then a closer break, then two arriving almost on top of each other, the sea momentarily forgetting its own count. Pebbles roll and click in the backwash, a small percussion underneath the larger breath of the water. Somewhere out beyond sight, a gull. The wind barely stirs. The horizon is empty. The Aegean and the Libyan trade something across this shore, again and again, while the morning slowly opens around it.

Xerokambos beach, eastern Crete – Greece subtyrant

— quiet, please.

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