We would climb the most noteworthy hill,
from that point to look and descend:
the sea was performing;
we contributed our trip.
Waves jumped and came
straight out of the tempest.
What should our look mean?
Pack hung tight for me to choose.
Remaining on such a slope,
what might you tell your youngster?
That was a flat out vista.
Those waves hustled far, and cold.
"How far could you swim, Daddy,
in such a tempest?"
"To the extent was required," I said,
furthermore, as I talked, I swam.
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