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On days like this one, there's just the whispering winds, and gently rolling waves, below the dunes, behind.
But there are days and nights where the winds are howling and the waves crashing, and the fog horn is sounding it's warning every 5 seconds, to keep the ships from joining hundreds of others wrecked along the shores of the Graveyard of the Atlantic as the shoals around here are known.