The Silence of Stoke© By Bob Shallenberger

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The waves shim­mer under the fad­ing moon as the ocean starts its day just before its dawn. Glow­ing shades of turquoise, calm, bright and clear, with waves expand­ing, the sun climbs above the hori­zon beyond a palm-framed, post­­card-per­­fect island. No one around to enjoy nature’s majesty but dol­phins and a cou­ple sharks: not anoth­er surfer for hun­dreds of miles. Relaxed. …