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There's grief of want, and grief of cold--a sort they call "despair"; There's banishment from native eyes In sight of native air.

the quote is from poem #CXVI,on LIfe, by Emiliy Dickinson..

The photo was shot while on the boat heading to Cumberland Island, when we vacationed on Amelia Island.

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Taken on April 13, 2012