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“Come, my friends,
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die
It may well be the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles”
- Tennyson, Ulysses
My Happy Isle
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