New hot water heater, rain, water off the pear trees, laundry, thirst, planning two more trips to the Maine coast.... I've got water on the brain today.
Annie Dillard
The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
Norman Maclean
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
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Someone once read me a little bit of "Teaching a Stone to Talk" by Dillard, so it's funny that she should write about the sea talking, and her not being able to make it out.
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