Blame not unfound treasured islands on paleolatitude when one has not yet shifted from a resigning attitude.
Fleet of multifarious vessels improves odds of crossing the X—as well does mind’s foci on hope, persistence, and treks.
Cheesed that the horizon remains flat and still provides no breadth for journey’s joy to enter center’s chill.
Let story’s ex libris be a sig under a rig, exemplifying that the voyage stamped success more than any big from a dig. ; )