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Beach on Quadra Island
2006
Quadra Island, BC

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Sixty years later, I dream still. In my dreams I see the Cove, feel the salt air caress my cheeks, hear the deep haunting boom of the foghorn, the swishing of the waves on the beach, and the screaming of the seagulls. I see Papa and Mama, Yute and me, on the sundeck that juts out over the water, enjoying our time together. There are hanging baskets, potted plants, and bonsai. I dream - I yearn - and it hurts still.

Gone is that idyllic life-gone forever, gone never more to return.
No, Never. Nevermore.