Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,)
The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance,
The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps — that inbound urge and urge of waves,
Seeking the shores forever.
—Walt Whitman
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—Malcolm Johnson // Metchosin, B.C.
—Malcolm Johnson // Metchosin, B.C.
