dom gabrielli
Lawrence Durell
"Somewhere between Calabria and Corfu the blue really begins."
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"The silence here is like a discernable pulse - the heart-beat of time itself. I am all day on the great rock ; the sea is cold - its chill hurst the back of the throat like iced wine ; but blues as the grave, while the sun is blazing."
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"When you have stared at her until she chills you, the human proportions of your world are reasserted suddenly."
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"The sea's curious workmanship: bottle-green glass sucked smooth and porous by the waves: vitreous shells: wood stripped and
cleaned, and bark swollen with salt: a bead: sea charcoal, marine skin and reptilian feel: rocks, gnawed and rubbed: sponges, heavy with tears:amber: bone: the sea."