"hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic...
and I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky. and i will never grow so old again, and i will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain...
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
and I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky. an...
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