Warning: Anthropomorphizing and metaphors ahead. Continue at your own risk. You’ve been warned.
On my first visit to the boat that would come to be named Kotona, it wasn’t the lines, or the styling, or the gear that got me. Those were all great, but it wasn’t that, or really anything else that you could put your hand on. It was the songs she sang.
The first was a song of loneliness. It had been a while since she had...
On my first visit to the boat that would come to be named Kotona, it wasn’t the lines, or the styling, or the gear that got me. Those were all great, but it wasn’t that, or really anything else that you could put your hand on. It was the songs she sang.
The first was a song of loneliness. It had been a while since she had...
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