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I keep walking by the sea; which is nothing new for me; I live on the sea; but there is a new feel; the breeze was always warm, or sharp with winter's cup. Now there is a deep coldness, sweeping into my bones, but I feel no fear. There is no threat of evil chill. This is different; as if once again I was a seal or penguin and the arctic cool was a familiar home, bracing and alive. Once again, I say, it sweeps off the water into my soul with a familiar role. Someone from the ocean is my home.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I keep walking by the sea; which is nothing new for me; I live on the sea; but there is a new feel; the breeze was always warm, or sharp with winter's cup. Now there is a deep coldness, sweeping into my bones, but I feel no fear. There is no threat of evil chill. This is different; as if once again I was a seal or penguin and the arctic cool was a familiar home, bracing and alive. Once again, I say, it sweeps off the water into my soul with a familiar role. Someone from the ocean is my home.