when I cover my ears
I hear the sea
then the drum of me
begins to beat.
my hands fall to the roar
heart fails.
i’ve no love
and this thing that I make,
infatuated,
I make it but why
I’ve lost the reason
wind rises
and a night fills with rain.
Seeking?
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Some give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal; while others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before.
— HerodotusThe Cat Cam
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