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Previous - this entry written on June 14, 2002 at 1:43 am - Next Three things I felt the urge to hop on and post: Alcohol gives me a horrible headache. The sinus infection (or at least the thing that feels like one) really isn't helping at all. Ouch. the night is dark, the voyage cold a tattered cloth is all remains of sail, and mast is nothing more than splinters dark with seablood stains the salt crust hides the deck and prow my craft seems poised to dissipate trembling, tumbling, shattered now by storm-stirred waves that sealed her fate the ocean's stilled, the storm's gone past and motionless my ship now seems a silence drawing out to last forever in these waking dreams sweat and seasalt, fever's heat and still I'd swear we are on land the sounds of voices rise to greet my startled ears - I see a hand rise up and clasp the outer rail another, then a body too follows, leaving seaweed trail back overboard to a canoe primitive and small, but I have no choice left save sink or swim no choice but take his hand or die, and so I, wary, follow him... 
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