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Ten years ago I visited a friend on Cape Cod and took my one-year-old daughter to the beach. She had never seen the ocean. We got out of the car about a hundred yards from the water. Holding her in one arm, I pointed to the ocean. My daughter's eyes followed along my arm, across the sand, to the breaking waves, and then outward to the sea. Suddenly her face lit up, and she began giggling with delight. It seemed that there was nothing I needed to explain. Was she simply responding to the unexpected panorama? Or was this a renunion for her, a primal reconnection?
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