Blue Boats by Sean Ewing Sean Ewing, Sails at Dawn Ecclesiastes 3:6 “a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,” I held the dock rope too long and called it care. Blue paint rubbed my palms where the hull knocked wood. The left sail lifted then sagged against its mast. Gold water broke apart under the boat's blunt bow. You stood near the rigging where the mast…