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He became a boy again.......

As we walked that day the sun shone. The tide was turning, the beach long and littered with driftwood, debris left by tidal flow, and we searched; broken shells, human rubbish dropped overboard, and washed up with the swell. We walked together. We walked apart; holding hands, then separate again as we paused to search for seaside treasures. I went ahead as your path deviated to the dunes. Running barefoot and kicking up the sand, letting the sea touch me as I teased it with my hand. Then I saw you, sitting, knotting rope; concentration etched upon your face; oblivious, intent on your task, a mask of ingenuity. You bundled up the driftwood, securing it for transportation, then the elation as in that moment, while I watched you, cache tied, you became a boy again

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