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I’LL KEEP THEE
THE S.S. Pan America cast a foamy white spray on either side of its bow as it pushed on through the expanse of the gray Atlantic. On the deck stood a slender, blonde young woman cradling a small infant in her arms. Many hours ago, the Statue of Liberty had faded in the distance, and now, as night shadows began to fall, there was nothing but a vast liquid expanse on every side of the small freighter, valiantly forging through the waves. The young woman turned from the darkening dusk and stepped from the deck into a narrow, dingy little passageway. Her husband was in the corridor, jovial as usual.
“Well, Millie, we’re on our way. Is baby enjoying it? Why the serious face? Smile! Aren’t you happy?”
Yes, they were indeed on their way to a new life in a strange land. The last tie had been cut, and the rocking and lurching of the small ship over the great ocean swells were proof that home, friends, and the old familiar life were all behind them. Brazil lies ahead.
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