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The icy window was the only barrier between the shivering landscape and me. As I stood my back absorbed the welcoming warmth from the blazing fire behind me in the living room. Winters were always harsh out here on the farm land. According to the wall clock it was time for my morning cup of tea. I shoved the old metal kettle onto the blistering stove element. As I raised my hand to grab a tea bag my aged ring caught on the bench. Instinctively, I began to play and twirl the ring around my old wrinkled finger. I evidently lost track of time. I was like a child, intrigued and able to play with the simplest objects for hours. The sudden hiss of

                                         The Surfer His long muscular body stretched out on top of the dune. The blond hair that curled around his face floated in the salty breeze. His skin looked an unnatural brown from too many years of weathering by the sun. All four long limbs rested on the dry sand. An electric blue surfboard stood erect in the sand to his left. He was at ease. Reluctantly he began to sit up. Quickly he raised a large hand to his forehead creating a peak. The sun was strangely bright for this time of year. The pale blue eyes that lay in his brow scanned over the rough ocean. In particular he was searching for signs of