“I grew up slowly beside the tides and marshes of
Colleton; my arms were tawny and strong from working long days on the shrimp
boat in the blazing South Carolina heat…I was born and raised on a Carolina sea
island and I carried the sunshine of the low country, inked in dark gold, on my
back and shoulders. As a boy I was happy above the channels, navigating a small
boat between the sandbars with their quiet nation of oysters exposed on the
brown flats at the low watermark. I knew every shrimper by name, and they knew
me and sounded their horns when they passed me fishing in the river.”—Pat
Conroy, The Prince of Tides (1986)
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