Saturday, May 21, 2011
It was the storm that woke me. I know because I remember thinking how peculiar it was that rain matched my tears so perfectly. Of all the seamen and crews aboard the vast fleet, I was the only one who mourned. My elder brother, the one who had protected me all my life, the man I had looked up to, the one I had trusted in most, was dead. In the midst of that forceful gale, I closed my eyes and remembered our last day together. A day spent laughing in the rays of sunshine. And it warmed my heart.
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