I’m on the beach, walking south along the tideline. Temperate day, feels like spring, but the ocean is still chilly. Soon I’m climbing the large rocks of the breakwater. I make my way out to the far end, and sit, watching the featureless, ever moving, ocean. I find I have a leather hat among my possessions. Wide-brimmed, well-worn, and fitting me comfortably. No clouds above me, so I don the hat.
“Just where did you get that dapper hat? It completely becomes you.” I don’t have to turn around to identify the speaker.
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