Good things come to those who bait. We left before any glimpse of a daffodil sunrise, meandering off to the bay on the wisp of a dare The vessel reeked of years at sea, but we boarded, kept company with philistines and fishing rods, sights set on a sun-sparked lime-green ocean where the contents of […]

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