Take two and call me in the morning.
Perhaps three or none would have been better.
Over on the other side of the planet, where the grass was greener, the plantains riper and the hissing caused by a viper, we saw a rainbow painted on the wall behind the bar.
Here sits the truth. The truth of many sailor’s stories. Many adventurers, lovers, poets and con-men.
Why would these things have to go together?
They do not.
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