The simple joys of childhood in this coastal village that had long attracted visitors. It reminds me of a time that had already faded to the memory bank. Reminders like this are nostalgic, and yet they serve a purpose — that we must remain aware of childhood itself, its dreams and endless moments of wonder, then the journey when what is less attacks fiercely the beauty and nobility of the young. As much as we can, let us protect the right to happiness of children.

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