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... other world. I am no longer on earth."
Edith Piaf
After our morning or rather our nighttime sailing, I would be tuckered out. I often fell asleep by the time we arrived in our hidden blue cave with our haul of fish, oysters and sometimes snails. The oysters and snails would be left there for Des and Sinis to deal with while father would carry me back home through the winding paths within the mountain. I could walk once more but who didn't like being carried particularly if I was ...
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