But in the dark now and no glow showing and no lights and only the wind
and the steady pull of the sail he felt that perhaps he was already
dead. He put his two hands together and felt the palms. They were not
dead and he could bring the pain of life by simply opening and closing
them. He leaned his back against the stern and he knew he was not dead.
His shoulders told him.
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