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Second Grandson – 04/13/14
…and so the boy would sit upon the boat, still and unmoving upon the sand of the beach, and he would look straight ahead, gazing upon the horizon to the northeast from where his father would come. And how many times he had done this, how many days or weeks or months he did not know, for he could not remember a time when he had not come to the ocean, the cold and stormy, at times, Atlantic Ocean, to wait for his father’s fishing boat to come in. And today was a wonderful day, for the sun was warm, the breeze was just a little cool and smells of the ocean, the fish, the salt, the water, swirled around him and brought to him not sleep, but dreaminess, warm and pleasant, that filled him with peace and rest and made him happy, as he saw everything clearly and beautiful – the blue sky, with a few thin clouds upon the horizon, the white sails of the ships alive and moving with the wind – and yet it all also seemed as a beautiful dream because of the sun, and the warm. His mother said, “There he is”, and his sister laughed, and he looked and, yes, there was his dad’s boat.
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