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People wellwishing to starboard and vessel companioning to port.
Blessings of the Quyak folk…
Big G motorfolk …
and slower paced schoonerfolk who if allowed would go all the way, all 1000 days too, but for now content themselves blogging ‘n documentary griots
Anne playing on the sea, playing with the leviathans (see v. 25, 26) be they metal like Alice or CMA CGM Sapphire or organic like the the brothers of the albatross and the sisters aunts and cousins of last week’s whale. Play well for a 1000 days.
I’ve never been to Cape Canaveral although I’ve been a space fan ever since Alan Shepard. I was a fan of Tereshkova. I loved the Rutans and John Ridgway. But yesterday was like Canaveral, Baikonur, and the Mojave desert all combined. They started, left!!
Our lady and hundreds more turned out to wish blessings.
Verrazano and all the other bridges of harbors really are like archways.
Track them here. Godspeed Reid, Soanya, and Anne as land recedes and disappears. It’s a thousand Earth Days on what’s mostly a wet earth planet.
Since my very first post, I’ve revealed my interest in a) Alice and b) her bulbous bow. Alas, my hankering for more contact with Alice goes unrequited, an ennobling exercise in longsuffering. My interest in bow diversity, however, grows.
Jane A. Bouchard’s bow, rubber cushioned, is dictated by its function.
…not to suggest for an instant that rubber and bulbous bows were intended for full frontal contact. And never to confuse a bulbous with a ramming bow.
Places to go…. Peace and respect.