Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following ach other, pursuing each other, perpetually.
-Virginia Woolf
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XVII- by e e cummings
one(Floatingly)arrive
(silent)one by(alive)
from(into disappear
and perfectly)nowhere
vivid anonymous
mythical guests of Is
unslowly more who(and
here who there who)descend
-ing(mercifully)touch
deathful earth's any which
Weavingly now one by
wonder(on twilight)they
come until(over dull
all nouns) begins a whole
verbal adventure to
illimitably Grow
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