Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea...
From Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem Exiled
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3 comments:
Beautiful post!
Well, I had forgotten that I had seen this picture already, so I'll say it again: this is gorgeous.
Thank you professor zero. I'm actually getting restless again. I'm currently planning another trip to the beach... maybe by the end of this month.
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