I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
Tall Ships and the things that move them. San Diego Harbor and the celebration of the tall ships who maneuver her waters.
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