Wave
#photgraphedbyme
Men go abroad to wonder at the
heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the
rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars,
and they pass by themselves without wondering. The waves broke and spread their
waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and
fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves
were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their
backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they
move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast
stamping.
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