Salt is the breath of ocean slopes and fresher blows the breeze,
And swifter still each bounding keel cuts through the combing seas,
Athwart our masts the shadows of the dipping sea-gulls float,
And all the water-world's alive when the fishing boats go out.
Lucy Maud Montgomery 1875-1942
50 x 100cm Acrylic on canvas 2022
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