Maine Sailors

At
the end
of their watch-
squared up to the
storm

Ekphrasis Eight Bells by Winslow Homer

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Jordan Avatar
January 26, 2009 at 4:35 AM
I have often wondered what it would feel like to face a storm at sea - i reckon it would really heighten the senses - Great write Brian - God Bless, MJ
Winter Avatar
January 25, 2009 at 9:15 AM
Definitely an adventurous and mysterious feel. Can relate to what Kristin wrote. Awesome write and art. Love, Shar
Reynolds Avatar
January 25, 2009 at 4:03 AM
Oh, this one gives me a deep chill to my bones, I have always felt a deep and unknown affinity to the sea and sailing, almost pastlife like, and this...is perfect. love, Kristin
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