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The sail, well weathered in her years of sun and sea, had the appearance of an old-world map, as if she knew the way to a place of comforting peace.

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In that billowed wind, in those gusts that carried our dreams far ahead of the dancing prow, the sails were as full as summer smiles.

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The sail was as a sole that has journeyed upwards to many mountain peaks, worn and dirty, yet all the more beautiful for its travels and ready to ride the brine once more.

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Into the storm marched the sail in its own silent way, as if by catching the prevailing wind, by being captured within its own serenity, it contained a form of eternal hope. It made such progress atop of the dancing waves, amid the gay sea foam, that every fraction of every moment was the boldest of photographs.

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Let the sail in quiet times and carnival winds whisper to you of adventures that belong deep within the hero soul.

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In a tin can of air, a bubble of souls, we set sail into a cradle of blues.