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She walks along the shore in the blue grey gloaming towards the roaring sea breaking in frosty foam, haunted by a faraway shore in the grey blue dusk, a drizzling wind in the misty gloaming, standing still in the roaring surf, staring & hearing while...

… The gaze of childhood is a sleeping beauty never to be awakened by any kiss whatsoever—Crevice weeds are more a wilderness to the gaze of imagination than any jungle or barren land to the eye of the traveller—a walk around a field near at home or in...

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