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“The Ship, Solid and Black”

04/28/2026 14:58h
The ship, solid and black, enters the clear blackness of the great harbor. Quiet and cold. —The people waiting are still asleep, dreaming, and warm, far away and still stretched out in this dream, perhaps . . . How real our watch is, beside the dream of doubt the others had! How sure it is, compared to their troubled dream about us! Quiet. Silence. Silence which in breaking up at dawn will speak differently.