Early this afternoon as I was driving the cracked, twisted roads towards Blue Hill to go to the library, I looked over my shoulder to the east and out on the bay, ivory sails brimming with the salty wind, wooden bow cutting through the whitecaps, was a windjammer.
This, of course, is not the one I saw. I couldn't figure out how to work my camera without running off the road.
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