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Owenga, Rēkohu (Chatham Island)

The glitter of sunlight on roughened water, the glory of the stars, the innocence of morning, the smell of the sea in harbors, the feathery blur and smoky buddings of young boughs, and something there that comes and goes and never can be captured, the thorn of spring the sharp and tongueless cry - these things will always be the same.

Thomas Wolfe - You Can't Go Home Again

Waitangi Beach, Rēkohu (Chatham Island)

Here I came to the very edge, where nothing at all needs saying

everything is absorbed through weather and the sea

and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered,

and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave

and every day on the balcony of the sea,

wings open, fire is born

and everything is blue again like morning.

Pablo Neruda