"When I was little," Dad says, softly chuckling, "the Moon was so small I thought I could put it in my pocket, like a coin." I don't answer because there's no time to talk. The tide is coming.
"When I was little," Dad says, softly chuckling, "the Moon was so small I thought I could put it in my pocket, like a coin." I don't answer because there's no time to talk. The tide is coming.