When I was a child, my father was away. He came home only once a year, for two weeks. He smelled of the sea, my father. That’s because he was a pirate. A great pirate.

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Date: 2015-05-02 06:46:13 Treasure Cultural history Culture Fashion Tattoo Tattooing		When I was a child, my father was away. He came home only once a year, for two weeks. He smelled of the sea, my father. That’s because he was a pirate. A great pirate. Add to Reading List Source URL: www.wilkinsfarago.com.au Download Document from Source Website File Size: 1,72 MB Share Document on Facebook

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