In the distance, a silhouette floats like a mirage on the horizon. Circled by ocean waters, an ancient abbey, founded in the eighth century, sits on a...
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As I sat in a boat in the Gulf, surrounded on all sides by oil-tainted seas, the shear scale of the underwater oil leak hit me. At first I was heartbroken, but then I got mad. How could we have allowed this to happen?
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