[This, in truth, is not yet the end of the 'Notes' of this paradoxalist. He could not keep to his resolve and went on writing. But it seems to us, too, that we may well stop here.]
Friday, April 8, 2011
The Lighthouse's Tale
(A Visit to Kronshtadt)
The waves crash around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me of what has been and what can never be.
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