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| Padres Island 2014 |
He was alone.
He was unheeded,
happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful
and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the
seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.
James
Joyce
A
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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