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..in the seamen, the rare occasions when you meet them, note the impenetrable gaze of those eyes, always reflect a vanishing point further:
it is a benevolent eye and fleeting.
In those eyes, looking good, light vibrates of a blind infatuation with freedom.
The seamen I think, have within them clear blue sky above stormy seas.
None of them has the soul tied to a mooring, or the heart steady in a harbor, or a route already mapped.