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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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On the Pacific when the wind whips the waves; the good ship plows the depths of the thoughts and splashes spray; the waves roll whitecaps; the air clashes hollowly, [illegible] and stormily, then I am exultant. For I love the dynamic, dramatic elements clashing - although when land is far, far, far away, it is rather frightening to know that shores are leagues behind and the brine is fathoms deep.
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On the Pacific when the wind whips the waves; the good ship plows the depths of the thoughts and splashes spray; the waves roll whitecaps; the air clashes hollowly, [illegible] and stormily, then I am exultant. For I love the dynamic, dramatic elements clashing - although when land is far, far, far away, it is rather frightening to know that shores are leagues behind and the brine is fathoms deep.
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