A Guiding Life

At the Seaside

>> Sunday, May 17, 2009

When I was down beside the sea

A wooden spade they gave to me

To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.

In every hole the sea came up,

Till it could come no more.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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