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I was like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.- Isaac Newton
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My life is like a stroll on the beach...as near to the edge as I can go.~ Thoreau
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Children's games are hardly games. Children are never more serious than when they play.
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In my photography, color and composition are inseparable. I see in color. ~ William Albert Allard
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It is better to be down here wishing you were up there than to be up there wishing you were down here.
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A year, ten years from now, I'll remember this; not why, only that we were here like this, together.
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Our roots say we're sisters, our hearts say we're friends.
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Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring - quite often the hard way. ~Pamela Dugdale
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When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
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O God, thy sea is so great, and my boat is so small.
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Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.
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Mark Twain said `20 years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off your bowline. Sail away from the safe harbor.'
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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most. ~ E. B. White
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The wind was raw on the beach today. Blowing sand nipped at my bare legs and gulls, trying to outshout the roar of the surf hovered like kites just over my head. This cheeky one with an injured wing, winked at me, and dared me to race him to the pier.
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Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are.
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Sawgrass at sunset.
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Just an old sweet song, keeps Georgia on my mind.
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We will put no impediment in your way and we will be at dockside bidding you a farewell as you set off into the sunset.
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In Atlanta, the first question is, 'What's your business?' In Macon, it is 'Where do you go to church?' In Augusta they want your grandmother's maiden name. But in Savannah, the first question is 'What would you like to drink?'
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Safe in Grampa's hands. (Explored)
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Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after. ~Henry David Thoreau
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Ol' Crab, Naples, Fl. The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
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Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met.
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The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops yet echoes on, in sweet, soulful refrains. For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
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Take two! (a repost-working on composition)
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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens
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Through the mist.
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Beachcomber
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Swan Lake
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His beak can hold more than his belly can.
