How free would one be if sun setting on sea was the only horologe necessary?

From shores of Hogmanay to beaches of Ōmisoka, ends are first waves of beginnings.

Hark back to fondness by means of memories, but follow reminiscing with new prints on ready paths.

Totsiens, dearest day. Please rest your eyes bright. When morrow meets our wakefulness, you may light and I will write. ; )

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