I was 6 years old when my father introduced me to the taste of ocean water in the beautiful Cayman Islands. “Scoop it up and take a big drink.” My brothers coughed and sputtered. I didn’t. I liked the warm saltiness. The little prairie girl had her first formative encounter with the ocean and it was love at first kiss, and so the love affair began.
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