Sometimes I stand and look at the stars: I’m in the past. It’s night, and I’m on watch. The autopilot is steering the boat. I’m in the middle of the Bay of Biscay. I look around for lights …. a fisherman, a bright ferry, a vessel restricted in it’s ability to manoeuvre; There are none. […]
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