I see a small child playing in the shallow water with her father and I almost weep with joy. The man’s large toothy smile is wildly crooked and radiates love and joy in a pure way that outshines most. He holds his daughter’s hands up high. Standing in front of him, with her arms raised high, she cackles with glee at the water lapping up against her shins in its repetitive rhythm. Tiny sparkling bracelets hang from her wrists, almost up to her delicate elbows. Cackle cackle. She is in heaven. She is heaven. It’s her father’s face that hits me, though, that brings up tears from deep inside. His unabashed pleasure in the moment overwhelms me in its simplicity. The sun, dimmed in the hazy mist, shimmers on them both.


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