Esmeralda. Emerald. That’s the boat. 42 feet long, green. Teak decks, two masts, a ketch. I’m on it now in the haze of cartagena’s port. the lights from highrises and container cranes give everything a slow glow. The water is nearly still. The measured hand claps of midnight-stained wavelets against the hull.
Now daylight. Open sea. I know I won’t . . . → Read More: open sea. mar abierto
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