from The White Ship - H.P. Lovecraft
Sometimes at twilight the grey vapours of the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the ways beyond; and sometimes at night the deep waters of the sea have grown clear and phosphorescent, to grant me glimpses of the ways beneath. And these glimpses have been as often of the ways that were and of the ways that might be, as of the ways that are; for the ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
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