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"As
the waves lick quietly at the pitch black night, a lamp is held aloft from the
deeps. Casting its pale beams across the peaking water, is it a guide or a trap
for passing ships? Its bearer is a mystery: a quiet maiden, seaweed entwined in
her hair. Rolling with the waves she will cast her light, yet when the dawn
sunshine breaks the day, not a sign remains that she was ever there." Pen and Ink, 2007. |