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Matte grey metal rises and falls splashing gently in some blue open ocean. you can hear the ***** creaking, the stressing like old giant door hinges. A hundred feet up, crisp red flags are whipping, and down on the wooden deck a line of sailors salute the endless sheet of water.
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
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Matte grey metal rises and falls splashing gently in some blue open ocean. you can hear the ***** creaking, the stressing like old giant door hinges. A hundred feet up, crisp red flags are whipping, and down on the wooden deck a line of sailors salute the endless sheet of water.
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
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