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If Einstein Defined Insanity as Doing the Same Thing Over and Over and Expecting Different Results, Then the Waves Must Be Mad – Lucy Hooft

Every day I inch closer to the crumbling cliffs and listen, hoping the waves will whisper their secrets – shifting songs of selkies, cathedrals of kelp, turtle maps and sea stars, mariners and wrecks.

But the sea keeps stubborn silence, hurling itself at the cliff with tight-lipped tenacity.

Only later, as a tumbling face of rock shears clear and shatters the roiling spume, do I realise the waves are telling me all I need to know. For what more sustains life than


a sprinkling of salt

and the determination to throw

yourself at the same cliff time

and again until

you win?