It was the wind and the salt air, that wore the grooves into his face. Forty years on the water will do that to a person. He still managed to smile though, and his wife loved his crooked grin.
Every day there was the armor of the trade, a slicker, a hat, and the always wet gloves. His battle scar was the dull ache in his back, that never went away. The sun often cheered him though, with the occasional dolphins jumping.
And every night there was a victory – because there was always enough food to eat. And their house was always warm, in the wintertime.
It was a very good life indeed.
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Rivers Renewed 
This is so wonderful. I can see a full story in your brief words 🙂 Just wonderful!
Thank you Morgan! I’m blessed by your comments. Peace to you my friend.
Enjoying and appreciating what life is about! Beautiful story, Nicodemas!
Thank you for your wonderful comments Erika! Peace and be blessed, and have a great weekend.
Thank you and have a fantastic weekend yourself, dear friend!
Be grateful we always have enough is true abundance. Wonderful story.
Thank you Karen! I’m so blessed by your comments. Peace to you and rich blessings.
Very descriptive! And once again I felt as if I was there with the person you describe.
Thank you Connie! I was trying to show that hard work may be tough, but it’s a good life when there is home and family. So your encouragement is a blessing! Peace to you and yours.
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You nailed it!
Awesome! Thank you for your wonderful comment. Peace to you.