Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver…
by Dev
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. F.…
Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist……
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three…
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark,…
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is…
I try all things, I achieve what I can. HERMAN MELVILLE
When one has been long at sea, the smell of land reaches far out to greet…
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of…
