The sea undulates like a muted blue silk sheet. The horizon is a subtle difference between the blue gray matte of the sky and the blue gray gloss of the sea. There is a low chasing us, and I wonder if the puffs of ripples I see now are precient of the gale we may see later.
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- I love my country. 4 November, 2008Yes we did. Yes we can. Yes we will.
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