Sometimes, it's the small things...
April 1st 2015 I will have to wait for the fog, the flying salt, the scattered sun, for the sea to breathe and breathe on me, because water is not just water, but a hazy intrusion, and the waves roll in the air like invisible horses. Pablo Neruda, 1904 – 1973.
As Dave finished in Antarctica and Theresa finished in Northern Canada, one flew north and the other flew south. We met up at ou
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