This 1919 photo of my grandmother, a self-anointed mermaid, was recently found in her photo album filled with images of she and my grandfather in Rockaway, Oregon in the early 1900's.
She appears to be emerging from the surf and considering life on land. Our family has never lasted very long on land without the song of the sea luring us back. The rhythmic sound of the ocean and the salt air blowing through our hair are as vital as breathing.
Proudly, I come from a long line of mermaids.
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