Dreary weeks

Hey Steemian world, yet another week can you believe it? They just keep on coming, don't they?😅
Anyway..
Sometimes I dream of the sea, that spray of cool water on the winds, perhaps on a pier or rocking steady on a small boat just surrounded by this completely boundless thing, there's that feeling as though I'm looking into a distant past and at an incomprehensible future at the same time and this pervasive sense of helpless peace, almost sublimity invades me. I look at the night sky at three am and I feel that way as well. I wonder, again, about those stories buried in the locks of Cassiopeia, and the thousands hidden in the notches of Orion's belt. Beautiful epics and Unutterable songs. A longing grips my chest as a long sigh.
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Have a lovely week y'all ❤️
@blakbird