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Lawrencetown Beach, as seen this a.m. on our way out to Wolfville.  Often I wish I was a surfer, as this is so close by, so available, and seems so magical, to huddle under the curl of a wave, to ride on its crest, to do any of it, starting with getting into the wet suit and heading in no matter the temperature or the season. To have the passion. I have my passions, but painting and quilting don’t  get me into the outdoors, on top of the water, on a natural high in nature itself.  Another life. The one where I can sing and dance and play guitar as well.  But my senses still can take delight by being the voyeur.