Stavanger Bay I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

She was polite, and the longer he stood here the more comfortable he became. Confidence flowed easily back into his features, and he plodded a few steps closer so he didn't have to project his voice so much. That way, he gestured behind him, up the coast. It can be different, but in some ways it's all the same, too. The rolling waves, the sand, the fish and the plants, they were more or less all constant.

How long have you been here? That wasn't quite what he meant. I mean, are you from around here?