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Quote of the Month: June 2009
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds on in its net of wonder forever. ~Jacques Cousteau The Sea Eighteen years, and here am I, caught between ocean and endless sky. Countless adventures between man and sea. Laying here waiting, the waves calling to me. The sea has beckoned since I was born, near the lighthouse and its loud fog horn. I've dreamed of this day for many a year. Oblivious to any existing qualm or fear. The ocean, the sea she will be my home. Her nets have been cast, her waves I will roam. line count: 20
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