Stavanger Bay Don't be afraid if there's no wind in my hair

the stop was abrupt, and he did not, at first, notice, himself turning in the waves, song exchanged for laughter.

and when he did see her, that old, ugly sadness reared its head within his chest, until the heart beat it away with a broom. назад! назад! foul beast! don't you see this woman needs no more misery?

he approached reverie, a repeat of what already happened. he nuzzled her ear in an attempt to offer comfort.

sadness had forgotten its coat. it wandered back in, took that tattered thing off the hook, and as it left remarked и кол'ко ћеш пута ово поновити?