LET THERE BE LIGHT
The fishing smack was lifted to dizzying peaks before being cast down into seemingly, bottomless troughs.
Tied to the mast. Tom closed his eyes against the onslaught and pictured his young family awaiting his return as the last of his strength ebbed away.
Suddenly a small halo of warmth crowned his drooping head, as sunlight broke through the angry clouds.
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