only an intense transactional present.

  • +..UP!

  • +..Ride the wave...

  • +..Teeth of the Sea!


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THE SEA OF SUNSET.
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!

Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
Emily Dickinson.

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