Just before the downpour, we stood on our terrace wondering who would own a boat this big and why. How much do these things cost, and how many people are required as crew? Pointing out the largest of them, C guesses twenty million. I guess lower. Maybe five million. We have no clue, and we have no desire for it. Something smaller and inflatable maybe. Once, on a lake in the Bershires, C and I had sex in an inflatable raft as the yellow plastic paddles floated away from us.
"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
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*Sigh*
I miss it. I mean, I was never ON any of those boats, but I didn't mind looking at them from the bridges.
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