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"Why is almost every robust,
healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to
sea?"
Herman Mellville |
| He can't quite remember when he got here. It couldn't have been too
long ago and yet he can't place the time, nor the place he came from. How long can someone
stand here in the sand without moving? |
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He does remember others coming by, asking questions, offering
suggestions, making comments, a blur of words and sound, even a gift or two. But just
right now, there is no one around and a vague feeling of loneliness invades him. |
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The sky is quiet and almost devoid of clouds. The sun is shining but
not too hard. |
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| Most of all, there is the sound of the water, the constant rhythm of
the waves, coming in, finding land at last, only to be rebuffed and sent back out to
search again. |
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The seagulls don't ever come too close (they're a lot more careful
than the people) and the dogs almost always stay away. |
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Sometimes it seems like the wind and
the sand are his only true companions. |
