Today seems like an appropriate day for sailing away from man’s chrysocracy, even though a boat is a notable investment in and of itself. Raising the sails featly leaves them crisp and taught and ready for a blow. If the sky darkens and the wind bites, leonine waves will soon begin pouncing on the hull. Surviving the storm merits a decent reposado and, afterwards, a written note, a cork, and an overhand throw. Alas, sleeping with starfires above and starfishes below, dolphins chirp melody with bass waves as dreams hop stern to bow. ; )

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