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Wiley Clements
My worn sails are lowered, flaked, and stowed below; this prow may lift no more to the green wave’s rocking. Though the wind blows fresh at daybreak and the beckoning horizon draws taut my stays, I may not go. Survivor of a hundred storms, brought home in tow, moored to the outermost buoy, . . . . Continue Reading »
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