It looks way better in mid-spring, when there are flowers everywhere; and the giant morses retreat northwards. But once the snow comes down in the winter, and the eroded shores are free from passing ships, the silence is blissful and welcome indeed. That's what it's like when you live alone on untamed land.
(I just realised, that the snow on the mountains should probably end at the same altitude, but it doesn't. Bother.)
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