The ocean off St. John’s south shore had stopped breathing just before noon. No tide. No current. No wind whiffles. Just blue, flat and crystal clear. So blue, it put the sky to shame. At this time, in this place, riding this magical ebb, the purest thing in most people’s lives, the blue sky paled against the sapphire richness of the reflecting sea.…
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