with time. The lifeline moves up and down to the rhythm of the waves but another
dimension of the hull reacting, moving in concert is felt. The spinnaker
breathes in .. and out, pulling her along as the tiller trembles in my palm in
reaction to the water rushing along the hull.

Déjà vu. This scene on the St. Johns River last Sunday brought back an
earlier time, with the same little sail on a nine day passage from Curaçao to the Hollandaise Keys, Panama
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