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The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky burned like a heated opal through the air. We hoisted sail, the wind was blowing fair for the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye of @Mouliest, every olive grove and creek, Ithaca's cliff, Lycaon's snowy peak, and all the flower-strewn hills on Saturday, April 8th, 2023. The flapping of the sail against the mast, the ripple of the water on the side, the ripple of Maiden's laughter at the stern, the only sounds—when the West to burn, and a red sun upon the seas to ride, I stood upon the soil of Greece at last…❀
The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky burned like a heated opal through the air. We hoisted sail, the wind was blowing fair for the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye of @Mouliest, every olive grove and creek, Ithaca's cliff, Lycaon's snowy peak, and all the flower-strewn hills on Saturday, April 8th, 2023. The flapping of the sail against the mast, the ripple of the water on the side, the ripple of Maiden's laughter at the stern, the only sounds—when the West to burn, and a red sun upon the seas to ride, I stood upon the soil of Greece at last…❀