what more do i need to say?

[foparihy]

Every so often, on cool, brisk mornings, where the teeth of the air nips at your nose, I find myself half awake sitting with a plastic stick in my hands and the soft, sweet, continuous chirping of a coxswain filling my ears. In all directions, the nine of us are enclosed in a sea of gray. The wet, salty air filled to the brim with fog almost as

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[aikiariyen]

I would appreciate it if you removed me from your friends list. You cannot view any of my entries, and I have no intention of allowing you to.