Throughout our lifetime, people will wash onto our island’s like ocean waves. Sometimes the waves just lap at the sand and others come crashing in, reshaping our island permanently. The same waves pull others off our island out to sea, never to be seen again. Some become wedged between rocks or thrown far up onto the beach becoming permanent fixtures, always there, always part of our landscape. Tom rode one of the small waves into my life and rode a small one out.
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