Saint Helena, Here I don’t come

They say that sailors write their plans in the sand at low tide. There are plenty of reasons for that. It's because we are bound by the wind. It's because one minute Mother Nature has the face of God and in a flash she's got the grin of the grim reaper. It's because sometimes we...

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