I saw myself in watery sunlight, divested of all obligations and connections, walking without luggage along a narrow road by a sandy bay, with sea thrift and gorse and a solitary pine, a road that rose to a promontory and a plain white country church…
...everything could be resolved in Kumlinge, where the air and light were pure.
- Ian McEwan (Sweet Tooth)
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