Early one Friday morning, on Fisherman’s Knot Island, Eli the Fisherman loaded his fishing gear onto his shoulders and walked down the wharf to his fishing boat, which he called Ohr.
“Ah!” thought Eli as he gazed at the foaming ocean waves. “There, hidden in the sea, is fish for Shabbos!

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Yet – the sea is so deep, so wide. Who knows what else might be hidden in the sea?”
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