Missed.

There’s a missing, in mist.

But the beauty lies in what’s not seen, scene, known.

What I look for, is what’s not there.

But what is there, but not seen.

There’s something beneath. All ways.

That’s what I look for.

Where sky meets water, mist conjoins, miracle — redound.

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waves come back
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[Origin: 1350 1400; ME redounden < MF redonder < L redundāre to overflow, equiv. to red- red- + undāre to surge (deriv. of unda wave; cf. undulate); cf. redundant]