Symbols of the Awakening Liyah Tucker A-7

The old owl no longer hooted, and the water-oaks had ceased to moan as they bent their heads.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
“Allez vous-en! Sapristi!” shrieked the parrot outside the door. He was the only being present who possessed sufficient candor to admit that he was not listening to these gracious performances for the first time that summer.
But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who of a sudden realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with over-confidence.
Again she watched his figure pass in and out of the strips of moonlight as he walked away.

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