Love this place.
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The wind it blew so hard last night
it would tear the skin rite off your face
The path you walked ten minutes before
had left but not a trace
The icy tears burned your eyes till
you could hardly see at all
but you could still hear the roar of the pounding surf
against a frozen salt sea wall
A blanket of snow came pouring down
to cover all at rest
When the morning came and the sun broke through
it was Cape Breton at it’s Best
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