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Thursday, October 10, 2013

God called the dry land Earth, and the waters that were gathered together he called Seas. And God saw that it was good.
There's something timeless and irresistibly majestic about the crashing rhythm of ocean waves. Generations pass from cradle to grave, and yet the whitecaps still rise and fall to the tune of each day, washing shores clean worldwide for new stories that are waiting to be told. Oh, if the rocks could speak...!

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