It was mirroring my feelings at the time; though the big (hug) I received from you lifted my spirits a LOT. Thank you for the poem I found this piece particularly soothing...
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand,
It just one little piece of prose, but when I read it, it made me feel glad to be alive. (((hugs)))
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Date: 2007-10-03 01:00 am (UTC)Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
It just one little piece of prose, but when I read it, it made me feel glad to be alive. (((hugs)))