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I think I would rather be a subsistence fisher living in a tiny shack,
with weather worn boards and cracked pink paint,
twisted gutters and banging shutters .
My austere home standing stalwart, full to the wind, surf and sun.
Alone on a remote, scrub covered tract of land by the ancient, brooding ocean.
Happy there, between the endless stars and empty beach,
to track the miles in unhurried pace and silent awe.