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Poland - near the fishing port in Międzyzdroje by Agnieszka Piatkowska, via Flickr

"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us. She taught me strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence. A secret to be kept forever." — from the novel Sinful Folk ...................................