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Thursday, August 4, 2011
When I see the sea once more
will the sea have seen or not seen me?
Why do the waves ask me
the same questions I ask them?
And why do they strike the rock
with so much wasted passion?
Don't they get tired of repeating
their declaration to the sand?
-Pablo Neuruda from The Book of Questions
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