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sea – loneliest of all, yet you beat against the stone quay
at every instant in every harbour a feather-light fabric caught in the wind
and beneath your billowing body supporting – accessible to all
every Ulysses, every St. Paul sweeps over you disappearing
it is at your border that the narratives start and that they end
sea – you alone there picking up the debris of life
thomas nordlöf
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