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1 " And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear. "
― Cisneros Sandra
2 " In the Bay, whenever I got depressed, I always drove out to the Ocean Beach. Just to sit. And, I don't know, something about looking at water, how it just goes and goes and goes, something about that I found very soothing. As if somehow I were connected to every ripple that was sending itself out and out until it reached another shore. "
