Capturing the spirits of those who remain ‘Harborless’
“The captain waded through flooded passageways, his shins pushing against water, his feet slowed by a current that kept growing. The last of the kerosene lamps burned out, the matches wet, the rags wet, and he waded as he waded rivers on moonless nights,waiting for holes to swallow him, wary of snags. Still, water poured …
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