 The Sailor Aug 10, 2003  Cages burning in the night, teased by waves swallowing an empty ship. Human shadows flattened against bars; mouths open, eyes maddened from flames and the threat of the sea. One sailor stayed. Dying with slaves was the last free act of a lamented life. His desire to be remembered brought him to my dreams one night. I've not forgotten.
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Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing, public speaking and film. He hopes that someday he can live up to his favorite motto: “Expressing God’s kind and compassionate love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”
