Speaking of how a poet and philosopher are alike, here is a bit of poetic prose written by 'philosopher', yours truly, for my friend, about seeing the ocean last month:
The ocean was just how I had imagined it. It was grey-green, and everywhere slivers of land were running down and slipping away into it. It rippled and lapped like a music from a memory, as peaceful as if it were always like that and would be like that for ever and ever. Cold rain dripped down everywhere, and a chill wind shivered in the air, but the ocean remained calm,
melodious.Photos are by my brother; is he good with a camera or what?
Dude, he is amazing with the camera! The one shot between the pillars looks like a professonal took it!
ReplyDeleteMy brother says 'Thank you very much for the compliment.'
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