"What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilderBut it has no soul.
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of...
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