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Well, I never went back, I no longer suffer from not going back, the sand willed it and as part wave and part channel, syllable of salt, leech of water,
I, sovereign, slave of the coast surrendered, chained to my rock.
There is no freedom anymore for us who are fragments of the mystery, there is no way out for returning to oneself, to the stone of oneself, no other stars remain except the sea.