the big things are never big things, we know that.
it’s a lazy evening (after an exhausting day), thinking sweet thoughts of the boy who’s stealin’ my heart. then, a knock on the hull: two bright eyed babies with enormous pamelos in hand. everyone knows i’m just wild for them.
now, watching those two small silhouettes gliding back down the beach, one sliver of light between the two of them.
so much love and magic and mystery. and i trust it all, every single thing that’s going to come…
I’m still at sea.
This post is from my first voyage, sailing alone around the world from 2009 to 2015. These days I live aboard El Dorado in France and send dispatches from the boat.
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