Algy Has a Grey Day

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Algy was feeling rather glum. His oldest friends had suffered a sad loss, and they had gone away for a while. The wind felt melancholy too, and blew the mist back in from the sea.

He was reminded of the poem Lassitude by Mathilde Blind, although his own sea was greenish-grey…

          A fisher-boy, in level line,
          Cast stone by stone into the brine:
          Methought I too might do as he,
          And cast my sorrows on the sea.

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