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Salt waves breaking on the seashore. Their sound waves shaking our eardrums, as we sat listening to his tales. Even wise Canute couldn't hold back the surging tides of myth. We were beachcombers, picking up the flotsam and jetsam of stories, not history, his stories, tutorials in delights and dangers. We've since learned his stories are truths. They are myths that helped us muddle through.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Myths
Salt waves breaking on the seashore. Their sound waves shaking our eardrums, as we sat listening to his tales. Even wise Canute couldn't hold back the surging tides of myth. We were beachcombers, picking up the flotsam and jetsam of stories, not history, his stories, tutorials in delights and dangers. We've since learned his stories are truths. They are myths that helped us muddle through.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
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