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Reminds of the poem of the man who saved starfish every day...it mattered to that one!

Reminds of the poem of the man who saved starfish every day...it mattered to that one!

Over and over they cry out, but none heed their voices. Ceaselessly they crash upon the thoughts but in vain, all spirits are as dull as the rocks. They sing and shout words of beauty and danger which are unfathomable. All are lulled by the music, but do not understand. Seeing the vastness, and never knowing it's depth.

Over and over they cry out, but none heed their voices. Ceaselessly they crash upon the thoughts but in vain, all spirits are as dull as the rocks. They sing and shout words of beauty and danger which are unfathomable. All are lulled by the music, but do not understand. Seeing the vastness, and never knowing it's depth.

"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."  ~Henry James

"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language." ~Henry James

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