Layer upon layer with riptides and undertows. History roars on.
Pictured here with the precision of the scholar, and the delicacy of the artist. I can hear the gentle sounds of the wavelets.
And I can see in this description the soul of a poet.
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Layer upon layer with riptides and undertows. History roars on.
Pictured here with the precision of the scholar, and the delicacy of the artist. I can hear the gentle sounds of the wavelets.
And I can see in this description the soul of a poet.