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CHANGING WINDS 3

Supporting himself with his walking stick, Bunim climbed out of the boat. The little marina on the southern side of Cardiff had grown quite a bit in size since the out-of-towners had arrived a few years ago. There were many boats anchored to the sturdy wooden pegs built into the wooden boardwalks. In his childhood, there had been one solitary boardwalk. Now, five of them crisscrossed each other. Bunim strolled down the wooden path, breathing deeply of the fresh air on the southern outskirts of his home town. He walked toward the center, passing by the institute.