WRONG TIDE, RIGHT HEARTBEAT

The conditions have mellowed a touch. The wind is spiking from 28 knots to 37 in the gusts, but the sea state seems more tranquil somehow — waves with less energy, less height, less gusto. I clean all the moldy fruit out of the fridge — oranges, limes, apples — so long. I tidy the...

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