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Shipwrecked

I felt chapped and burned all over, though the clouds were dark and threatening that cold winter day.

He ran down from the stunted trees, to the dock, where I waited in the boat as it rocked in the shallows of the sound. There on the the boat, he kissed my cheek. “You’re alive!” he cried out. As the schooner slipped below the waves, I grasped his hand and cried. I remember the horror of that day, not because of the warmth of the land, or the lovely clusters of palms, but because of the fierceness of the burning sands.

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The Ocean Awakes!

As the sun set, they gathered on the deck of the schooner.  How beautiful it was, the silver crest of gentle waves, the unimaginable colors of the sunset. Even with the radio broken, the captain wasn’t worried.  Nothing in the last flicker of light indicated a problem.

The small group gradually left the deck and retreated to their cabins below, listening to the whistle of the wind, the splash of water on the side of the ship.

In the sleepy hours of early morning, not even the thundering of the rogue waves awoke them-until the tilt of the schooner threw them onto the floor-the ceiling, the deep.

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