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I wish you had not let your words vanish.Alas, all that remains to write is: Thalatta!
Vanish Sean?Has the sunshine sparkling off the foam deceived your eyes?Or did the foam submerge the words for a moment and then reveal again?
Ha ha ha, wizard at work. Or was it the man wearing the Helmet of Perthino.Anyway, I am delighted again to see 'a metaphor of me and you' – and it's not a maze.Or . . .Probably time to close my eyes. :)The peace of the night, my friend.
'Tis perhaps though a very noble metaphor of a foaming maze, No? There are some who do say that tilting at windmills was a metaphor too, ha! Dear Andrew could come up with many a metaphor for a metaphor too, I don't doubt.
We sat for a while earlier today watching some good sized rollers break across the shoals. I know it's harmonics, prevailing currents, and the math of distance between waves as well as the depth of the water, but my favorite thing is to watch the flocks of ducks bob up and down just beyond harm's reach.
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