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Oldest Daughter – 05/10/21

…the walk along the harbor in the still cool misty air of the morning was full of peace and…life, for the work of the harbor, small group of fishermen rowing out to their fishing boat, the rhythm of the oars dipping into the water a welcome sound of the morning. And somewhere from one of the larger boats, a fisherman was singing, the words not totally distinct, but the voice strong and beautiful in the quiet morning in its rising and descent, itself an echo, a duet, to the rhythm of the oars, both accompanying the gentle lap of the morning waves of tide announcing their presence to the stone and brick breakwater, their music of the morning a sound of contentment and joy to those who heard, to those whose steps were not so hurried that the little drumbeat of their heels did not muffle and mute this sunrise hymn, such as to her, whose steps were thoughtful and unhurried, a blessing she imparted to her own soul.

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