Keating stood still, because he understood for the first time what it was that artists spoke about when they spoke of beauty.

I show up ready to play, so I normally try and fit the situation.

To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region; Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear; And visions rising, legion after legion, Bring the unreal world too strangely near.

As, however, the port in reality lies in thirty-two degrees thirty-four minutes, according to the observations that have been made, they went much beyond it, thus making the voyage much longer than was necessary.

Written By Junipero Serra

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