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Quiet Americanafloaton the Orange Ocean
the cruiserspeeding alonggray seaoblique waves heavewhite inferno of ocean spray
hidden coordinatesno lights oncovert missionfinding the truth out there
anchor point coming uplight at land sweeping scanningfog is our friendthe rendezvous point
he is gliding in the Zodiacclosing in
temple bells chimingas he slowly moves inlandsuddenly a dog is barking, so close, too close
wait a minutehe recognizes the dog nowit is Raymond the pissing Lemon Beagleso They are herealready