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All is quiet, just the sibilant "slup, slup, slup" of the water against the boat as we hang on the anchor. Nearby, the wet exhale of a seal and I turn to see his head slip below the surface. The air thickens with the incoming fog and I feel the cool moisture softening the edges around me.
We will have no grand sunset tonight. Just the gentle departure of the sun behind the cloud blanket.
Nina Simone "Who Knows Where the Time Goes?"