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Milton
The Albatross glided on silent wings, its eyes taking in the players on the stage of the ship's deck. It noted the figure standing alone by the railing, and several other performers wandering the deck beneath the rigging of the small sailing vessel. It swooped gracefully past a sailor going about his chores, high in the confusing tangle of ropes, canvas and wood. In a wide swinging loop it came back down the other side of the ship, and there being nothing more to see, with an imperceptible movement of wing and tail feathers, it disappeared into the blue vastness of sky and ocean. Thaddeus Reader stood leaning on the rail, feeling the slow movement of the vessel -- remembering; the girl so young and innocent and so alive, with the vitality of youth in full bloom, willing to give him all she possessed, and yet taken so quickly from him. And the other, strong and mindful, who saw in him the same as did the first. Both women had given themselves to him and had loved him. Those memories now locked deep within that part of his mind that guards such treasures, to be cherished for the rest of his life. *** "It is a beautiful morning isn't it?" The voice jolted his reverie, and he turned and looked upon a face he had just seen in his mind's eye, the face he had thought he would never see again. The shock drove his voice from his throat as he gazed upon the woman, a beautiful woman, whereas the other had been still a girl. Though this woman could be no more than perhaps twenty years old, she had the bearing of one who had seen life. His brain refused to believe what his eyes told him; he was looking upon the face of his first love, the girl he had lost so quickly all those years before, and of whom, only this minute he had been thinking. It was as if she had been transported through time and was standing before him now; the same poise, the hair golden and shining in the sunlight, cascading in a confusion of curling locks to her shoulders, small and trim, with grace and elegance.