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21 Yellow Boat Lifted into dry dock, where the sun hits the little yellow boat, it seems so happy, perched above the bay waters. But how can this be? It hangs poised in the air, caught ready in the brink, though insistent in its wrong direction, all set to crash into palm and pines of shore. opposite. It is the opposite of what it should be, yet there it is, in the sunlight, sheen in its grommets, proud and lighted mast— the undeniable glee of it caught showing it’s not what we all know it to be. ...

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