Looking for a place where we might turn off the inner dialogue, the monologue of futures & regrets, of pasts not past enough & futures that may never come to pa**, we found this boat bobbing in the blue, this refuge amid reefs, this white hull within this azure sibilance of sea, this central rocking so like the rocking before birth. Venus was born of the waters, borne over them to teach us about love- our only sail on the seas of our lives as d**h is our only anchor. If we return again & again to the sea both in our dreams & for our love affairs it is because this element alone understands our pasts & futures as she makes them one.