I panic, I’ve lowered the price. My boat may sell before I sail again, and my long reaches into the glittering sea, moments of enchantment will be memory. Inevitably, like a failing sea breeze, movements in an aging life diminish. Birds on the ocean are different than those around my safe quiet cottage, their cries, … Continue reading On Selling ‘Seminole’
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