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To the sea –
To the ever inconsistent sea – do I roam. The attraction is so fascinating it keeps me enthralled. In the waves – In the bold cascades of waves – do I dream. The violence they cause one day bring adventure on another. To the tides – To the ever changing tides – do I wait. Late at night for a full moon late at night for a high tide. In the sea – the ever inconsistent sea – It's inconsistencies so familiar It's tides, reefs, shores, so similar, I long for the stability it brings
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