Catching glimpses from a stream of almost incomprehensible language, like a school boy in French class. Gaining just enough for a journey in the mind's eye, around the coast and capes of the isles in the wind and sea sprayed black. Bobbing lonely on the swells, lifted above the rocks, pounded and cold. A twig on on a spate, a ship at sea, a listener in a nice warm bed - calm and comfortable, floating on the listless ease of the late night waves.
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