
I hear the call of the sea, and must break my bonds so that I can chase happiness once more.
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Thank you for the fav. The mountains I live in are old, weathered by time, and the people's hearts harden as the stone around them. The beauty of the mountains is pleasant enough, but I am ready for the water, the waves, and peace I find at sunrise on a peer or walking the beach.
Well the dockmaster finally got the fiberglass specialist to look at the hole in the bow and hoping to have it patched in the next month I hope. Just a few more pieces, I thinking September, but the fall is the best for sailing around here, so hopefully will be ready to go.
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