So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
—from To the Lighthouse, a book by Virginia Woolf
Active since January 1, 1970.
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