sailing this weekend was an out of body experience. something between jonathan livingston seagull and charlotte doyle's true confessions. maybe i found my sea legs. or maybe i found my sea mind. watch for us, we are driving these warm breezes down the fair coast. don't watch for us, forgotten like the prophets off sailing to the promised land.
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I forgot that the Confessions of Charlotte Doyle existed until I read this post!
AVI was my favourite writer when i was little. I read as many as I could because there was a rumour going around that one of the characters was AVI's real name backward.
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