The book was thick enough to be a doorstop, its blue cover faded by the salt air of the coastal town where Elias lived. The title, stamped in gold Arabic script, read: 1584 Hours to Learn Swimming.

He was waist-deep. He had learned the "language of the tide." He knew when a wave was a greeting and when it was a warning.

Elias stood on the edge of the high rocks. His grandson stood beside him, clutching a pair of goggles. "Are you ready, Grandpa?" the boy asked.

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The book was thick enough to be a doorstop, its blue cover faded by the salt air of the coastal town where Elias lived. The title, stamped in gold Arabic script, read: 1584 Hours to Learn Swimming.

He was waist-deep. He had learned the "language of the tide." He knew when a wave was a greeting and when it was a warning. The book was thick enough to be a

Elias stood on the edge of the high rocks. His grandson stood beside him, clutching a pair of goggles. "Are you ready, Grandpa?" the boy asked. stamped in gold Arabic script