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Gulf

We were two brothers on the shore.

Our eyes to the horizon, we watched restless waves brush the sky. I glanced at my brother.

His body leaned with a backward tendency, like a tree succumbing to gravity.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I asked, looking back out at the ocean.

He twisted his face. “Looks kinda hopeless,” he said.

I turned to look at him. Hopeless? Really?

Like that moment when the tide comes in and your feet start sinking into the sand, I began to notice the gulf growing between us.

Has it always been this wide?

We were two brothers on the shore.

Our eyes to the horizon, we watched restless waves brush the sky. I glanced at my brother.

His body leaned with a forward tendency, like a tree reaching for light.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked, looking back out at the ocean.

I twisted my face. “Looks kinda hopeless,” I said.

I looked at him. Did he really see beauty out there?

Like that moment when the tide comes in and your feet start sinking into the sand, I began to notice the gulf growing between us.

Has it always been this wide?

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