Bow cutting the wave
too near her breaching tail - oh!
Lifeboats nod adrift.
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SHADOWS OF ISOLATION.
In the hushed stillness of the night, when the world retreats into the sanctuary of sleep, I find myself alone, adrift in a sea of quiet desolation. The moon, a solitary sentinel in the sky, casts its pale light upon my face, illuminating the shadows that dance within the corners of my mind.
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“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
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