One of the first things I come across on this Stone Island beach is a handwritten message scratched in the sand, still hours away from being erased, by the incoming tides. It brings up an old question – “If no one hears a tree falling in the forest, does it mean the tree didn’t fall?” It brings up a newer question – “If no one sees our messages, does that mean we weren’t here? ” Soon enough, this author is going to get all the reviews he or she ever wanted. My comment, not written in the beach margins, is, ” how can you be sure? ” They should have left their phone number. Writing always raises more questions than it buries.  
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