In the Breton language there exists a simple word,
Grasz
It's meaning is anything but simple
Beautiful and encompassing a part of nature
That has always been my favorite
The confluence of gray, green, and blue
For me, the color of a winter mountain stream
For the Bretons, a sea faring people
A group in tune with their environment
It's the sea at that precise moment of color
Grasz
Simple but heart wrenching
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