May 26, 2003 | Possibilities
A very small boat, named Possibilities, is docked by our side. It carries a man and a woman, across the Atlantic just now, and around the world. The man is painting his dingy white, his oars blue, with a white band on the handle. The woman, with brows arched as beautifully as the sail and a face that would light up the cabin, invites us to dinner. They must like each other very much.
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