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The Wanderer
THE ships are lying in the bay,
The gulls are swinging round their spars;
My soul as eagerly as they
Desires the margin of the stars.
So much do I love wandering,
So much I love the sea and sky,
That it will be a piteous thing
In one small grave to lie.
Zoë Akins
Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time.
~E.P. Whipple
The deepest spot in any ocean is the Mariana Trench. It's 36,198 feet below sea level (about seven miles)
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