the waves

thinking of Virginia Woolf

the waves paused, and then drew out again,
sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously…
Virginia Woolf: The Waves

the surface of the sea slowly became transparent
and lay rippling and sparkling 
until dark stripes were almost ripped out...

Virginia Woolf: The Waves
 

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