On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.
J. M. BarrieAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: May 9, 1860
- Died: June 19, 1937
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