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Then there was another part, on an island not far removed from the mainland (shown connected to the island on the map, via an automobile bridge), walking down a road with a vista to the left of the sea below, and then off the road onto a small green pasture next to a fence which protected the edge of the cliff, a cliff so steep you couldn’t see the very bottom, with some boys playing with gliders or maybe throwing rocks off. They were on the other side of the fence in a place just before the slope increased and disappeared.
It looked like the pasture petered out as the fence came back in because there was a steeper part and a lot of small trees ahead, so we stopped: at that point where the six- or eight-inch long grass was growing, very green.
It was sunny. I was with my Mom and I asked her can you see the road (that on the map is shown as going around the island) below, because I couldn’t see it, there were just huge cliffs on the other side, about a thousand feet and the sun was shining more or less in our direction.
I was looking for a ledge somewhere on the cliff, from halfway down to nearer
the bottom, but she pointed out the road it was on the very bottom level where
the land was flat and I saw just a single car going around the corner on the
road so I was able to spot it curving around the island next to the sea.
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