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…That evening, he sat on his porch, watching the sunset bleed into the horizon. He thought of Mariu’s painting—the sunset over the sea—and wondered if it was the view from Nida. He closed his eyes and let the colors wash over him. Somewhere out there, a daughter was living a life Mariu had never been able to share. And perhaps, if he was lucky, he might find her, and in doing so, find a piece of Mariu that had been waiting all along. The hook was set. He would leave at first light.