An old widower was asked why he lived and loitered so much by the sea. "Somewhere in the waves I hear the voice of my dear departed," he replied and then burst into tears along with the one who had asked. After some moments, and when he had composed hinself and then recomposed himself, he added, "I suppose I am here to receive her blessing in some way," and the salt of his tears mingled again with the salt of the sea.
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