Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea.
There’s a huge difference between the view of a fisherman, and a tourist on the beach.
Tourists have never had the privilege of befriending water, manipulating it, cutting through its flow, exploring its depths and dark moods, interacts with inmates it houses – and finally plundering it.
Let artists find inspiration, spectators find solace and philosophers get their next idea.
He sought forgiveness from the sea, before it lost its identity to the ocean.
First Line Friday: March 27th, 2020

Bravo! I love the poetic critical analysis of perspectives between fishermen and tourists. The last line is perfect.
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Thank you, Vivian!
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😊
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Beautifully written!! ☺️
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Thank you, Ayesha!
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Anytime 🙂
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Excellent. Beautiful writing.
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Thank you, Indira!
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thoughts penned by are are marvellous
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Thank you so much!
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“He sought forgiveness from the sea”… what a lovely idea.
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Thank you, George!
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