I
sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own. I
pick it up, exile that I am, like the purple ‘lucky stones’ I used to
collect with a white ring all the way round, or the shell of a blue
mussel with its rainbowy angel’s fingernail interior; and in one wash of
memory the colors deepen and gleam, the early world draws breath.
- Sylvia Plath via Royal Quiet DeLuxe.
Photo by Tracy Nolan
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