Five…six…seven… the flat stone skips from circle to circle, dancing across an otherwise untouched surface. Rings spin outward like ladies’ dresses, swirling, then subsiding into silence. We have driven down here – to the Catlins, a remote stretch of coast on New Zealand’s South Island – to skim stones and sleep in late. Peace is often found in the stillness of reflection.
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