11/11/14
The
Pier
Over thanksgiving, I took a trip to Emerald Isle, North
Carolina. This place is pretty sacred to
me because of the fact I was born there.
My sacred place is the pier because my dad and his dad use to fish there
when I was a baby. I was too young to
remember my grandpa, but when I am fishing on the pier with my dad and brother
or even alone, I feel a familiar presence that I assume to be my grandpa. So each year my family and I go there, and I
always get that familiar presence when I am on that pier.
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