They land their crabs and their blue-black lobsters and their salmon. Women, with shawls over their heads and baskets over their arms, bargain for the fish. Here and there is a slim sturdy blonde beauty, whose hair has never known scissors, and who, I am willing to bet, has never smoked a cigarette in her life. Beside her stand old toothless women with the kindest eyes set in a million fine wrinkles.
Morton/England
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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