Wednesday 29th February 2012

All I want to say today has been said by someone else already:

“Thou glorious mirror,

Where the Almighty’s form

Glasses itself in tempests.

Dark-heaving – boundless, endless, and sublime, the image of eternity, the throne

Of the Invisible.

 

And I have loved thee, Ocean! And my joy

Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be

Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy

I wantoned with thy breakers.”

(Lord Byron)

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