SOILED BLUE

Most of the week I have felt as though I'm in mid-air, as if I've had a chill and an ache I can't shake. Today, I'm crashing down. We put the new furler on. It took almost all day. Every little foil, dog-point set screw, drum, link plate, toggle. At one point Gert says, “Check...

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