“Sow your wild oats while you can, for you will not be young forever.”
Heeding his grandfather’s words, Harold spent the five years after graduation as a bit of jetsam on the sea spray, traveling the world.
That was then.
He had long ago traded the exotic ports of call with the familiar office, the wild sea for a suburban home. The wind on his back was now a suit jacket, the countless stars in the sky were traded for far-too-countable dollars in the bank.
But he kept the freedom of the sea at heart, with a promise to return.
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