Noel
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17 Noel The good Father suffered terribly. I feared he’d lose his feet, and the sea’s blankness and the wind’s mindless howl pushed him toward despair, but I thrived in the storms and cold. The wind’s noise was a relief to me, and the sound of waves, and the unspeakable depths below us where time and memory are drowned. ...
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