Now that he has reached the beach, he no longer needs the candle to show the way. The sea has called to him — no, not the sea, but the dwellers on some islands situated in it. Un- able to be seen, only barely able to be heard; but the song has resonances that float above the water. Soon he will look for a boat he can hire, to take him close to the source of the song. Will take that green leaf he has brought with him on his journey from the interior in the hope he will have a funeral casket to lay it on.
Wednesday, July 09, 2025
#558 Le Chant des Sirènes
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