The Purdzilla Show

Thames Estuary by Turner There was the red sun, on the low level of the shore, in a purple haze, fast deepening into black; and there was the solitary flat marsh; and far away there were the rising grounds, between which and us there seemed to be no life, save here and there in the foreground a melancholy gull. Charles Dickens (in Great Expectations - as Pip et al aim to make their escape via the Thames estuary by Grain)

Grapes are eaten one by one  One step at a time

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Photo by  Jordan McQueen  on  Unsplash The strong tide, so swift, so deep, and certain, was like a congenial friend, in the morning stillness. He walked by the stream, far from the houses, and in the light and warmth of the sun fell asleep on the bank. When he awoke and was afoot again, he lingered there yet a little longer, watching an eddy that turned and turned purposeless, until the stream absorbed it, and carried it on to the sea. 'Like me!' Charles Dickens (in  A Tale Of Two Cities )