There was one

she kept reaching for,

with a copper-red varnish,

and a clarity like the point of a star,

precise and lonesome, reminding her,

somehow, of home.

This is the one, she thought to herself.

― Kristin Cashore


An even keel Vessel goes run aground in the Ocean of Life!

My dear Son,

It’s nice to hear
That you’re a Skipper of a small craft! 
Your poor old Grandma & Grandpa proud of that.
Be careful Sonny! 
Ocean is vast & mysterious
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