Item 02: John Duncan McRae diary, 11 December 1916-9 February 1917 - Page 61

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The Sea:-

The Sea! the Sea! tho open sea!
The blue, the Flesh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth's wide regions round.
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies. B Proctor.

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