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Still at line 1 : installing a woodstove... !!!

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The little orange speck in the middle of the big blue ! Not much chance of escaping in case of delinquency then ... :(

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We feel so small at night, eyes full of stars, ears filled with the sound of salt crackling against the hull! The boat glides along, cradled between two vast expanses. The crew sleeps, and we feel as if we're carrying a treasure!