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9 p.m. Sunday Sept 19 '65

A morning exploring Dark Harbour: The supreme experience of place, the most memorable since Makaleha mountain in 1960.

A 6 mile drive over a rough road to Dark Harbour, a fascinating formation at the base of the long western cliffs, a place unlike any place I've known.

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A walk over low tide round boulders, moist, unsettled, [[strikethrough]] rock [[/strikethrough]] noisy, dark, all the way around the deep, still, blue bay of seawater. Out onto the grey embankment of dry light grey round, unsettled [[strikethrough]] ba [[/strikethrough]] rocks thrown up by the sea into a natural breakwater enclosing a lagoon of a bay, and sloping gradually into the depths of the deep ocean. There was the dulse: purple-brown, growing on low-tide rocks, [[strikethrough]] shining [[/strikethrough]] delicate, glistening. I picked some to eat: the flavor was not so distinctive as that of the dried. On my left the long shore of "dulse rocks." On my right the bay: 2 seine boats after herring. My center lane a high pile of large rocks, a salty dry grey, on which were spread nets, patches of drying dulse - and the box-like