Stories from Below the Surface/Story Two

                                                   Southern Memories

I can’t quite believe I’m here. There is a slight breeze. The air is warm and heavy, and I am enveloped in a cocoon of laziness. I am unable to move quickly. Looking out over the reservoir – I remember so many sweet moments. Yes, sweet is the right word. Sweet implies savoring – and I have certainly savored those moments. The sailboat - remember? I will never forget. Tom and I and the charming old southern gentleman riding the small craft – skimming dangerously over choppy water – yes, I remember.  

The boat gl...

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