A thought – fleeting – taking me to another land.
An island, to be precise, where a man grew from childhood to one day take command.
I am there, for a few moments, wandering the perimeter until I find a bench overlooking the ocean.
Then I sit, leaning forward with my elbows propped on thighs and chin resting in my hands.
Is it sunny or overcast? Wind or no? Light drizzle or balmy?
I can smell and taste the salt, heavy on the air from waves crashing below as spray particles reach me.
What greatness has been born on this isle, to travel over the channel and cause nations to rise or fall?
What genius has ignited from the once tender heart of a complex soul?
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