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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Ebb and Flow

To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of year, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.
Rachel Carson
Mansquan Inlet, New Jersey

1 comment:

mxtodis123 said...

He's beautiful. I used to follow a one-legged sea gull over at the beach. I felt sorry for him, but then discovered that he didn't need sympathy. He was the bully of the bunch and made sure he had the best choices in food.
Mary