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April 29th 2011 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
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