Fifty-Five Degrees

Photographer Unknown, (Fifty-Five Degrees East)

“It was a pity that there was no radar to guide one across the trackless seas of life. Every man had to find his own way, steered by some secret compass of the soul. And sometimes, late or early, the compass lost its power and spun aimlessly on its bearings.
Arthur C. Clarke, Glide Path

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