“A woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea.” Honore de Balzac.

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WOODEN SHIPS THEY are remembering forests where they grew,The midnight quiet, and the giant dance; And all the murmuring summers that they knew Are haunting still their altered circumstance. Leaves they have lost, and robins in the nest. Tug of the goodly earth denied to ships.

"Ships in harbour"

 

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foto – W.W. JACOBS COLLECTION COLDSTREAM STREET 2009

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