The waves slammed him jarringly onto the sand, but the waters had been kind. He emerged filled with more fish than he could hold. From the dune above came his wife’s unmistakable voice, hopeful, but with a pleading urgency. In response, he joined his fellow commuters, heading on up to home. Crouched in our perch in the twilight, Lorraine and I emitted softly whispered cheers of support as he stormed the steep sand cliff.
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