There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.
M. L. StedmanOh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.
M. L. StedmanYears bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance.
M. L. Stedman