In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is the story of the earth.
There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is the story of the earth.
There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.