Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
Sirs, in that grey vault: the sea. The sea has locked them up.
— Derek Walcott, The Sea Is History (from Selected Poems)

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Wanderer, your footprints are

the path, and nothing else;

wanderer, there is no path,

the path is made by walking.

Walking makes the path,

and on glancing back

one sees the path that will never trod again.

Wanderer, there is no path—

Just steles in the sea.  

—  Antonio Machado

Archipelago:

Many voices, one sea!