Is there an artful moment in the blank between the fullness of dream adventure and the emptiness of the moment awakened?
I hear the roar of the sea still from last night. Resonance from the mouth of the earth, a cavity, even a cave, grotto. To the ear the message is fascinating, full, live. To the microphone and recording, terrible.
To the eye, subtleties of light are fascinating too, and some is retained in a photo. Instantly recognizable, even in a small scene.
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