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Pull in the sheets, trim the tiller, shifting to the other rail, light airs prevail, the sails they luff. Seeking the wind, Cat's paws to Starboard Hard-a-lee tacking to Port, the breeze she comes, boom shifts, helm heels over, sails crack and fill. Reef in the Jib, slack off the main. She digs in, laying her rail into the water, riding on the seas thin knifes edge again, the keel rises, steadies her passage. We fly! Ah, fair winds, sailors delight, pleasant sailing, safe harbor ahead. No greater joy than to sail and muck about in boats on blue water. Freedom achieved, intensely felt.
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Hard-A-Lee
Pull in the sheets, trim the tiller, shifting to the other rail, light airs prevail, the sails they luff. Seeking the wind, Cat's paws to Starboard Hard-a-lee tacking to Port, the breeze she comes, boom shifts, helm heels over, sails crack and fill. Reef in the Jib, slack off the main. She digs in, laying her rail into the water, riding on the seas thin knifes edge again, the keel rises, steadies her passage. We fly! Ah, fair winds, sailors delight, pleasant sailing, safe harbor ahead. No greater joy than to sail and muck about in boats on blue water. Freedom achieved, intensely felt.
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
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