It was your mother, Grace, who had the bright idea about Misty keeping a coma diary. It’s what sailors and their wives used to do, Grace said, keep a diary of every day they were apart. It’s a treasured old seafaring tradition. A golden old Waytansea Island tradition. After all those months apart, when they come back together, the sailors and wives, they trade diaries and catch up on what they missed. How the kids grew up. What the weather did. A record of everything.
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Those lines—“...the sailors and wives, they trade diaries and catch up on what they missed...”, specifically—are so damn awesome. So damn romantic. Um, maybe that’s not the right word. Or maybe it is. Actually, it’s one of the right words. I really don’t know how to describe what I felt when I came across those lines. Well, maybe you feel the same way I felt. Maybe.
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