It would be impossible not to fall in love with the penguins. They smell, they sound like donkeys when they bray, but they are gorgeous. I went out for my early run this morning, down a road I have run many times, into a familiar Southeaster virtually stopping me in my tracks. I opt for the more sheltered way home, along the boardwalk near Boulders Beach, and I catch my first glimpse of penguins on this trip. Memories of my girls wanting to visit them every day, of swimming in the secluded cove with black and white shapes darting through the swells.
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