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Golden Rays

"A lonely sail gleams in the morning

A lonely stranger in the sea

What does he seek in country foreign,

What kind of trouble does he flee?


The waves are swelling, wind is whistling

The mast is bending with a creak

It is not happiness he's seeking

And it's not happiness he flees


The stream beneath is bright as azure

Above the sun sends golden rays...

Yet he, the rebel, seeks a tempest

As if the tempest brings him peace."

M. Lermontov


Somehwere in the Caribbean Sea between Cuba and Haiti...

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Taken on March 9, 2012