This eternal place, this all seeing continuum covered by its seasonal glaze of blue dazzling strands. A sea of wafting heads and rolling beauty. I lie in its midst, a single soul of witness between its cresting waves of glorious hue dipping and rising in unison. Where was my time in its midst ebbing and flowing through the years of its watching eye. This blue, this sceptered piece of eternal cycle” (James Cooke 2018)
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