8. Aveiro + Nazaré, portugal

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Giancarlo Vitti

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From The Soul of Time, 1904
        Time’s a circumference
        Whereof the segment of our station seems
        A long straight line from nothing into naught.
        Therefore we say “progress,” “infinity” —
        Dull words whose object
        Hangs in the air of error and delights
        Our boyish minds a hunt for butterflies.
        For aspiration studies not the sky
        But looks for stars