(Almost) Wordless Wednesday
Solitude and James Joyce

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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