cliffside view | 04.01.2013

I'll be doing this thing where I show you a cliff on each Monday. Cliffs are beautiful, breathtaking, hope-spurring, and dream-inspiring. Here is today's specimen.

Lizard Pointe, Cornwall, U.K.
(photograph via Old Pictures)

 Enjoy.

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Unknown said…
Thank you for making Mondays a bit more easy to bare.
April 2, 2013 at 4:22:00 PM CDT
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