Forgotten Shores
The angels sing on heaven’s shores greeting passing mariners with ships whose sails are blown awhirl with each divine breath…
The angels sing on heaven’s shores greeting passing mariners with ships whose sails are blown awhirl with each divine breath…
The captain/presumptive owner of the fifty-four-foot trimaran was about sixty, weathered, and full of stories of far-away places and the people he had met.
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