One hundred thousand years ago, a human cousin walked a rock- ribbed beach along the Mediterranean Sea, her head lowered and her large eyes scanning the shoreline. Now and again she stopped, bent her ...
For me, there’s no more resonant image from a Florida childhood than this: You’re on a bright beach, sun blazing, clouds so big they must surely be the home of the gods. The roar of the waves ...
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