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Launch date stalled by fear

My sailboat still remains in my yard on a trailer—far from the wind and waves.

The grass growing underneath the boat trailer, which I cannot reach with the lawnmower, grows tall and thick.

I now lament each day that I watch it grow unfettered because it defines the one more day—and one more day again—that I am not on the water.

For many years I have subscribed to “Notes from the Universe” and every morning around 5 a.m. (and without fail), I receive a philosophical message in my e-mail.

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