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Am going to ask you to accompany me back out to Brittany for another taste of the last trip there at the end of April. Somehow I never tire of travelling there, either virtually or in reality, and can only hope that you won't grow tired either of my minor (major) obsession with that far northwestern coast of France. Perhaps it is partly because Robert William Service lived out the end of his days in that region and is buried there ? Perhaps it is all the abandoned ships ? Maybe the beautifully rugged shorelines ? Or the bits of Breton language one still sees and hears ? The seafood ? The old family house we dream of keeping in the family, even though that hope seems dimmer with each passing year ? The sails of caravelles cutting across the Bay of Morlaix ? The glorious bliss of kayaking those waters ? The call of the gulls ?
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Do you prefer the version above with more sky and gulls, or that below with more low tide seaweed exposed ? 
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