The jellyfish needs no compass. It has no north or south. Not even up or down. I'm wondering what it would be like, if only for a moment, to be a jellyfish.
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Novelist and travel writer, Mary Morris, reflects on landscapes and literature and the role that each has played in her life. For more on Mary Morris go to her website marymorris.net
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