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"A translucent mist almost shrouds the mountains . . . and the 400-year-old cedar trees . . . stretch their old limbs skyward without a sound. I'm watching an eagle patrol the beach in the distance; its wings spread wide and its white head appears like a beacon of wordless light as it effortlessly rides the thermal air currents. Silence is spoken here. Even the deer that are dining on Rivendell's flowers come and go silently" Judith Hardcastle
Reading that reminded me of the Oregon coast at Seaside; it is one of my favorite places--partly because it is often the way Hardcastle describes the British Columbia coast in the quotation above: Silence is spoken there.