in words
in words
Our Stories
David is sailing on. No doubt he shoved off and motored under a bridge with his boat balls hanging low. Heading out of the bay and slipping through the reef as the tide was falling. He is at the helm now, on a broad reach, fingers stirring through a black rum float, his lips curling as he looks out to say hello.
David is with us all today
and we will have him.
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