| I have been feeling very clear headed lately and what I want to write about today is the sea | No matter what its smiles may be, we doubt its friendship• Or it will turn the color of old coins |
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| Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow | It contains so many colors |
Most of us, I suppose, are a little nervous of the sea.
| The sea lives in every one of us• We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest | The sea does not like to be restrained |
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| I heard silence, silence infinite as the bottom of the ocean, a silence that sealed• We can never have enough of nature | Sometimes it looks almost red |
Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere.
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