On the bay the wind is scurrying
along its flock of waves,
with white crests honey combed,
to flip over their edges,
on blue foreheads.
The bow of the yacht slices
through the waves driven by the wind
in the sails, rattling the rigging,
heeling the boat over,
relenting to force of wind,
tricking the wind to drive the yacht
forward wind into...
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