Ocupation: Writer
Life: January 25, 1882 - March 28, 1941
Birthday: January 25
Death: March 28
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.
topic: Fall, Sea, White, Rolling Over, Sea Water