When I was 14, my Dad and I were on the boat solo. We were sailing from Isle of Pines in New Caledonia, back to the mainland there, before we were to kick off a circumnavigation around the country. We were about half-way, and we knew there was a shallow reef at some point. The...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
