| Assembling itself with with an almost serendipitous casualness it maintained its balance like a captain at the wheel of his galleon... the sun...stars...and the wind to sail the ocean of the imagination...seeking quiet port when the nightmares of serpents and sirens were cast into the motionless... enshrouded day...when even the breathe fell to the deck with a noiseless thud... | |
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