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  • It was the summer of 1998 and we were in South Padre, Texas visiting Luis's father. She was small and afraid of the waves so he lay down next to her in the water and stretched out his big arms to their full wingspan.

    They sat, smiling, in quiet companionship in the sunshine letting nature wash over them.

    Later, as we are toweling off the sand and climbing in the car to leave, she says, “Texas is cool.”
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