There. Doesn't that look sweet? (Imagine picture of my tiny boat.) How was I to know that next I'd be flung into the drink, and finally, having swum to the dock, be neglected for rescue, in favor of--oops. Can't give that away just yet.
Suffice it to say that tiny sailboats are perfect for mulling, watching handsome college students sculling, lulling oneself into a blissful daydream, and NOT helpful for pulling oneself onto a splintery dock beside an unspeakable mess that used to be human.
Now, back to the trials of uploading pics of Mer de Mere, or is it Mere de Mer? And who was phoning me just as I fell in?
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