Memories from the Sea Captain's Youth
“Nothing here,” he said. His small hands lifted the stone. He was looking for crabs. His mother insisted they were there, hiding under the rocks. She stood behind him, her arms foldedacross her stomach. The wind blew her dark hair so that when he looked at her, he knew she must have been a mermaid.
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