For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.
—Henry Miller
…I live with regrets – the bittersweet loss of innocence – the red track of the moon upon the lake – the inability to return and do it again…
—John Geddes
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