we sailed away on a winter's day with fate as malleable as clay but ships are fallible i say and the nautical like all things fades
and i can recall our caravel: a little wicker beetle shell with four fine masts and lateen sails its bearings on cair paravel joanna newsom 'bridges + balloons'
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