I grew up on the ocean, in boats, fishing, diving, spear-fishing mostly in Central America. At night after a day on the water, we would gather around and tell stories about huge fish, storms, aliens, strange things we saw, and the way things use to be.
The blue water is the deepest water, out past the reef, where strange, amazing things happened and the big fish live. In my mind it came to represented not only the majestic, but a form of truth. That essence is what I hope to convey by writing down some of my ideas.
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