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I live on a wide open west coast beach. It is a changeable place; still on some days and wild and challenging on others. It is in the presence of a large island, Kapiti. The hills rise sharply behind it as if some great hand wanted to demarcate the coast from the land beyond. It is not like the beaches of my childhood, all gorgeous coves and shell packed squeaky silica sand. it is grey sand and often grey sky and sea as well. Less warm welcome and more terse instruction. Th

I was walking the dog and picking up a McDonalds cup someone had left lying there. I wondered what it would be like to not care enough to...