It is not a breezy Grecian shore,
or a hot Floridian vacation spot.
It is not an ideal secret fishing spot
or a mountain you climb just for the bragging rights.
It is not the kind of place you'd send your child unsupervised.
The Bluff is not a Hawaiian beach paradise.
The sand isn't fine and warm,
the sky isn't blue and sunny,
and it certainly is not a tourist destination
(or anyone's destination, for that matter).
It is not somewhere you brag about going
or dream of in the dead of winter.
There are no postcards to send from The Bluff
(not that you would want to, anyway).
The Bluff might be like a secret fishing spot,
where no one goes because they don't know about it
or because they wouldn't want to eat anything that comes out of the water there.
It might be the kind of serene, peaceful place where you'd see a man in rubber pants
standing waist-deep in the water, very still.
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