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Stygian Shore

Fog drifts in; cold grey heavy mantle on the sea; softening the murmur of the waves `till only cries of a lonely gull touch the coming night and bid it welcome... Light fades, a dying soul giving way to eternal nights seen solely by ethereal beings who have taken the path by the sea... Now, only the soothing whisper of waves greets the night; the gull sleeps at sea surrendered to the darkness... November 12, 1974

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