2024: January reminded me what the sea gives and how easily it can take. March gave me pale sand beside a warm, turquoise bay, watching dolphins rise and fall in the waves. In July, I spent time with the birds that thrive on cold islands; sad clowns and brutal scavengers, and the unseen ones bubbling calls from within the crags of tors. In summer, I swa…
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