Instead, she writes a note for the morning shift: New shipment of rope and anchor chain coming in on Tuesday. Check the ties on Slip 12. And repaint the sign at the pier. It’s fading.
The ripple fades. The water goes flat. The smell of roses recedes.
That was forty-seven years ago.
Instead, she writes a note for the morning shift: New shipment of rope and anchor chain coming in on Tuesday. Check the ties on Slip 12. And repaint the sign at the pier. It’s fading.
The ripple fades. The water goes flat. The smell of roses recedes. baysafe
That was forty-seven years ago.