On a spring morning sometime between the two world wars, mist rises over the Harland & Wolff shipyard in East Belfast. Cranes loom in the gray dawn. The work around them feels almost devotional. A new ship is taking shape, like a floating cathedral.
On a spring morning sometime between the two world wars, mist rises over the Harland & Wolff shipyard in East Belfast. Cranes loom in the gray dawn. The work around them feels almost devotional. A new ship is taking shape, like a floating cathedral.
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