each time we push off that coast and head towards the golden gate, each time the wind brings us towards alcatraz, each time I turn back and look at that sky line and each time I take in the cloudscape above, it does not get old.
wind power! the sails luff and we trim. the boat heels and we are trucking fast. i yell 'ready about' and 'hard-a-lee' and before you know it, we tack.
and the full moon rose. and the roar of niners fans on shore echoed.
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