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In My Wake Paul E. Berube A gentle ocean breeze, carried by an incoming tide, slowly embraces my senses. On a moonlit horizon small sailboats carve their course to unknown destinations. Stars seem to be lighting the way, some actually touching. They appear vulnerable only to starboard where a one degree turn could mean completely falling over the edge. Expert guidance and steady hands assure that disaster will not occur. Bows cut deep into a purple sea where calmness and currents form in a quite wake. Eons of wonder lay before me. Moments of reality caress my feet as cool salt water revives the mind and soul. Dreams are only peaceful memories.

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