Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war. ~Loren Eiseley
"If you should ask then maybe they tell you what I would say...
True colors fly in blue and black,
Bruised silken skies and burning flag.
Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes."
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