The sheet on a sailboat’s not the sail, but a rope— rather line that lets a sail swing to the slope you want to keep your craft and tack toward hope.
You close-haul, reach, or make a running angle with the line you learn by heart (don’t let it tangle). Sometimes you can cleat it off and let it dangle
if the breeze is steady and the water’s open, the course is clear to doze, the calm unbroken until you wake yourself to sheet the rope in
A daughter visits her parents in Southern California in the wake of her father’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis, navigating the difficult terrain of respecting their decisions while ensuring he has good health care.
it runs, rabbit, static to / a river in more than just bend or break / a stake left grounded; static, again, / station to station and you’ve left to see….
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