For the 🍭 Candy man, Torch God and the blanket man who hides innumerable funny stories for me: for my favorite Grand Daddy
Fearless we swam through the high tide, stormy ocean, there was no sun and no moon. We couldn’t fathom the number of laps we had to make to cross these fierce deadly channels. The only God my sea men and me looked up to was hope. And here we are... we just anchored our final rope on our own land. The seals are happy as they now get to see their own known faces full of warmth and cherish the treasures we have returned with for them � Sionara water � Ocean. Be calm now.
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