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If we came from the seas, did I become the sea inside and out while swimming here, did I just draw a thin line of demarcation to a space and time? A wall rising higher and higher. When I am in the sea, I cannot know the sea from the sea inside me. Already, not knowing me. The sea, of which I know not itself, but a drop of it, gives a familiar sound to me from time to time, with a drop of it.