For three precocious paragraphs, she rhapsodizes: "The ocean is an old, old man born at the beginning of time. There is no explicit reference to her blindness until the end, when she claims to be able to see the ocean through a thick mist. She feeds crumbs to the seagulls, tosses pebbles into ponds, handles seashells and driftwood. Nellie enjoys her family's annual trips to the ocean.
Despite an overwrought climax, this debut effort for author and artist manages to distill some truths about growing up blind.
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