through a sunken ship,
passing huge wine jars,
a young Hermes,
sponges...coral...kelp...sharks.
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lcaeus has taken back his former secretary. I am glad for all our sakes: Alcaeus’, Gogu’s, mine. I hear they are working hard. Now, when Thasos inquires at my door, I make excuses. They can get along without me.
I keep hoping and waiting someone else will come to inquire, will bring a message. Since he never looks for me, I must not look for him.
I will walk by the sea until I am too tired to move.
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