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March 28, 2008At nightfall, she embraced each star as it came out, and in turn, they guided her across the glass-smooth sea. To port, a whale surfaced. To starboard, a flying fish leapt, then crashed to the water again.
At one point in the night, she peered over at the ink below her gunwale. She drew a blanket around her and nestled herself on the deck. She fell asleep quickly, hoping when she awoke she’d know where she was.
The day dawned red, and she wanted to warn all the other sailors, but there were none around.
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