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In which I contemplate abyss and continue to read Moby Dick in a terrible imitation of a Maine accent.

all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude: on such a silent night
Dec 16
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