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Peace A glorious morning in the bay of Cascais seven coastal ships on a mirror. Stilleben  Sunday, the crew are asleep  except for a cook who is up preparing  breakfast This could be a picture of eternity but a small motorboat breaks the mirror leaves a white scar that heals itself The sky is softly blue, and white clouds are sun-flecked and in no haste going anywhere on this day of bliss

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