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My Boat

I am building a boat. Full of dreams. Glossy wood and caulked seams. Figure head, sharp bow. Cutting the waves, like a plough. Generous beam, shaped like a dream. Sheer, such beauty never seen. The hull, like the female form. Handles any storm. Billowing white sails overhead. Across the sky, around my head. The wind, a driving force. Keeping me on course. Deck awash with foam and spray. Seagulls screaming as they play. Waves crashing on the shore. With a mighty roar. Hear the song of the sea. It's calling me. Comments. I have always had a boat. And love the sea. I was in the British Royal Navy. As a medic during WWar 2. And also the Merchant Navy. Sailed my yacht "Tango" All over Europe. This is the first boat I have built. Made of ply and resin. A kit from an American boat firm. Which I can recommend.

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