Who cares about the men who steered your breakfast cereal through winter storms? How ironic that the more ships have gro — Rose George
Who cares about the men who steered your breakfast cereal through winter storms? How ironic that the more ships have gro — Rose George
Who cares about the men who steered your breakfast cereal through winter storms? How ironic that the more ships have gro — Rose George
Who cares about the men who steered your breakfast cereal through winter storms? How ironic that the more ships have gro — Rose George
Who cares about the men who steered your breakfast cereal through winter storms? How ironic that the more ships have gro — Rose George
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Who cares about the men who steered your breakfast cereal through winter storms? How ironic that the more ships have grown in size and consequence, the less space they take up in our imagination.

— Rose George
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