"On a small unlit boat at sea at night, our minds turned inward to gnaw at those memories until the appreciation of the beauty and the ache involved was more acute than it had ever been before we left. A pair more evolved than us might have been grateful for the opportunity but Don and I became caricatures of disconsolate self-absorption. We staggered around the Sea Mouse from berth to cockpit seat sighing grandly and staring off into the middle distance. We rarely spoke explicitly of one another's recent history, but it was at all times clear what we were thinking about. We each lost weight and grew preposterous-looking beards."-Kevin Patterson, The Water in Between
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