"I am standing at the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. I stand and watch until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud, just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other ... And just the moment when someone at my side says: 'There, she's gone!' there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: 'Here she comes!' And that is dying."
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