The Admiral had been like a lighthouse for my career, a symbol of what I could be if I wanted, no matter what anyone else might say or do to discourage me.
still is the written word
The Admiral had been like a lighthouse for my career, a symbol of what I could be if I wanted, no matter what anyone else might say or do to discourage me.
Pounding throb of diesel-belching locomotive. Michael hears them passing around goodbys. None are passed to him.
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