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nowonowonow...

Doldrums are different today. The wind is everywhere and blowing fierce, twisted scratching, unnoticed corners blow whirlpools free of their shadow.
At sea, we get to eat sardines from a can and set all our thoughts beyond the horizon.
On land, we let them answer to drumlins and we roll our place against them.
Drums eat at hands and feet...