As you turn into me, don’t you see?
We are so close. Too close.
You brush against my skin.
I feel the splash of your wake.
Any closer and our hulls will collide…
Once we were tacking a sailboat in the San Francisco Bay. We came so close to a tanker we almost kissed.
That’s something that no sailor wants to do.
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Love this reflection of 44 foot boat Reverie thanks K Tyler Conk