Friday’s Page 69 ~ Sing

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Sing

He pulls the engine into gear and we jolt forward, a spray of wake kicking up alongside us. We bump over choppy swells and I squint into the sun. All around us is ocean, an endless, mirrored canvas, and suddenly, I’m nine years old on a summer afternoon, with nothing to do and no one to please.

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