Bathers. A wire-haired ginger dog. The sail turned to windward again and I heard distinctly from across the water the ruffle and snap of the canvas. Then the breeze dropped and for a moment all went still ...
The little waves rise and plash, the ginger dog barks. And my life is changed forever.
But then, at what moment, of all our moments, is life not utterly, utterly changed, until the final, most momentous change of all?
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