The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. But this is the first time I ever sailed on any one of the three. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. Never before had any human being kissed her lips. I will remember them, Sebastian, along with my mother and father, and all the others I came to love and lose.
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