He was a fisherman still, though the sea had turned to dustβ€”for his hands knew only the cast, his heart only the wait, and his boat only the ache of water once cradled beneath it

He was a fisherman still, though the sea had turned to dustβ€”for his hands knew only the cast, his heart only the wait, and his boat only the ache of water once cradled beneath it picture 1 of 1