Every year she crosses the Atlantic to the scene of the crimes searching for virtues that can’t be located.
Perhaps it’s just acknowledgment of what they did or is it the utterance of an apology she seeks?
Once I reached the Indian Ocean with her and there we found some of the rascals wedged between servants ordering serfdom.
They lack the courage she seeks.
Once I got her in the Pacific near the equator and in one glorious moment I got the photo that captured her in all her beauty and I swear in that one moment she forgot all the resentments she harbours; and smiled at me.
I call this a miracle. 
Dennis Mantin
