I saw these rocks the other day while I was walking around, and they made me think of sad manatees that had been beached (much like whales) in the snow.
"He had always had wide interests, and, indeed could still read The Times, but he was liable at any moment to put it down if he heard a blackbird sing. Upright conduct, property--somehow, they were tiring; the blackbirds and the sunsets never tired him, only gave him an uneasy feeling that he could not get enough of them."
--John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga
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