It's early, the sun only having peaked over the horizon, I sit watching the waves enjoying the tranquility of the empty beach, the sun warms my bones , I am content. Further along the beach a man nearing his sixtieth sits staring at the sand between his formal black shoes, , He wears a black suit and a crisp white shirt and leans on a wooden cane, his head remains bowed. We sit for about an hour, the man never moves, never raises his head just stares gracefully at the sand where he sits. His attaire makes me curious at this stage the sun is rising fast and the tempeture is rising and some people are coming onto the beach, he remains motionless. Has he been recently bereaved, Is he praying or is he just listening
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