An ocean mist rolls over the thrashing ocean hundreds of feet below. Rough, dark grey cliffs drop of at what appears to be the end of the world, but this is just the most easterly point in all of Canada.
The old Cape Spear lighthouse keeps an ever watchful eye out for wayward sailors as they creep close to the shore that would surely take their lives.
Standing atop these cliffs, with the salty ocean breeze filling my nose, and the fog crawling over the ocean that seemed to go on forever, it really did seem like I was at world’s end.
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What feeling does this photo evoke for you?