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Personally, my favorite time at the beach is in winter when only the seabirds populate the sand. Several times a week, I enjoy taking four to six mile walks along the beach, inhaling the ions from crashing waves. Without the crowds, these walks become a meditation—an opportunity for inspirations to fill my mind. It is a rare day when a TV or movie crew isn't filming in the area. Recently, when leaving the house for my walk, I found a film company had set up in our driveway for shots of an antique car driving down the street. I waited for them to complete the take, then proceeded past all the activity down the street, past a house where gunmen were chasing each other across a lawn—another film. Upon reaching the beach, I accidentally walked into a shot being taken for a third film. "Sorry," I said to the director. He smiled, shrugged and started over. |
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