Coastal View at Hat Head, NSW

The waves look like they're trying to sneak past the cliffs unnoticed.

The cliffs seemed to cradle the ocean as if protecting it from the chaos of the world beyond. I followed a narrow path that led me closer to the edge, where the waves crashed with a rhythm that felt ancient and unyielding. The air was thick with salt and carried a faint chill that clung to my skin. Below me, the rocks formed a mosaic of greys and blacks, polished smooth by years of relentless tides. The greenery clinging to the slopes was defiant yet fragile, a quiet testament to resilience. I stood there for a while, letting the sound of the waves drown out every thought until all that remained was the raw presence of this place. It felt like standing on the edge of something infinite and unknowable.

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