January 3, 2013

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    Spent the day unpacking our treasures from G2

    in filling up 11-5-1 and discovered a lot of things

    that I never knew we had around the old house. 

     

    Like Papa's seaman collectibles.

     

    He showed me the rankings etched on these

    whiskey glasses late this evening, starting

    from Cadet and going through the Officers

    chain, all the way up to Captain.

     

    I found his one and only sexton, encased

    in a rosewood box which he refused to

    even let me touch (possessive much whatevah).

     

    Then Mama pointed me to an unopened

    box in Papa's new study where I literally

    stumbled upon a chest full of words.

     

    Dad's old Captain's Logs.

      

    I was telling Alison earlier, because I knew

    she of all people would understand, having

    gone through the painful process of sorting

    through arwah Captain Ghani's possessions,

    that these things, they still smell like the sea.

     

    They might not be in the best of conditions

    at present. The glasses cracked, the books

    torn down the spine. But they are so lovely

    to behold, still, after all these years.

     

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