"Driftwood Trawlers"
They still smell of sea spray... Think of the years they spent hanging from a nail on the fisherman's hut (and I'm not plagiarizing Cabrel) somewhere on the island of Noirmoutier, waiting for a child to pick them up and play at storms or boarding parties. The grandfather who made them from driftwood and a few nails used to tell his grandchildren stories of shipwrecks and miraculous fishing expeditions... The kids didn't believe a word of it but played along well enough... although... Objects with a beautiful soul. 
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