“We move out over the ocean, and …I am looking straight down at the waves underneath me. The mid-morning sun is low and each crest flashes silver, silver, until it crashed into the rocky beach….and turns to foam. The rocks… — Shawn Klomparens Copy Share Image
“He comes down next to me, and when I hold out my hand, he takes it. Our fingers lace together. And in that feeling,… — Shawn Klomparens Copy Share Image
“These golf people seem unnaturally obsessed. They dress kind of funny too, and it's become a running joke for Gretchen and I to e-mail… — Shawn Klomparens Copy Share Image
“We move out over the ocean, and …I am looking straight down at the waves underneath me. The mid-morning sun is low and each… — Shawn Klomparens Copy Share Image
