TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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Thursday, 26 June 2008
As the modest Hope heads for the greater bay, ripples fan outward in her wake, radiating into an ever-widening smooth circle. Shortly afterwards, contrapuntal waves furrow the satiny discourse. The force behind the first event encounters the greater force of the second event; the sea erases the evidence of Hope's movement through time and space, and only my eye captures it, and only these words remember Hope's passage to the sea.