Peace

Peace

And in the glacial Mer of Death we shall go beyond, to peace, peace at last, in a bright blue ocean of everlasting tranquility. We shall not pound ourselves into the ground, nor drown, but see blue, all blue, with no more harrowing dark girding light, but blue girding white, to a cold, clear, crystal peace at last. Thus ends the photographic journey of Poussin.
Amen.

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