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Mont Saint-Michel. The tide is out. A line of eager tourists obediently follow their guide, pilgrims of a sort across a divide that might have been commanded by Moses. The shocking green of the evergreen tree stands adds a certain magic of its own, though I'm really not sure what it is. Evergreen: a tree for all seasons — as unchanging as the tide that continually swims in and out? And the pilgrims? Well, they look so vulnerable; as though lost in the wilderness.
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