holy beach

I am on a beach island. Some special event is drawing the attention of thousands of religious people: there are monks, priests, and nuns, of various creeds, in different colored robes. Everyone was facing the shore, but now they are rustling about, perhaps preparing to leave. I missed whatever event transpired. I found a stack of tourist maps for the beach, on them is written the words “Caucasian Map”; there are two different kinds, one for 2010/11 and another for 2008/09. I grab the most recent, but I don’t keep it because it seems useless — in it there is only a photograph of the shoreline, and it’s not a very good photograph. I don’t understand what the map could possibly be for — it isn’t a birds-eye-view of the shoreline, just a snapshot. I put it back on the rack and weave my way through the countless robed people — though I don’t know where to. ♨

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