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10-18-2007, 07:27 PM
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10-25-2007, 09:24 AM
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Ships are called she because:
You have set eyes on one that will be yours, and whether she is tall with a pleasing silhouette or short and cluttered, whether she is narrow in the waist or broad in the beam, whether she is fresh and unscarred or rusty with age and use, you think her beautiful, love her, and know you always will. You have spent some time with her and realize that she requires constant attention and is a high maintenance creature with seemingly infinite capacity to consume your energies. You can accept the fact that you will never understand most of what there is to know about her, and much of what you will learn is trivial. You understand that you will be with her for a while, and then she may go off with strangers without so much as a backward glance at you. You have cursed her repeatedly in the foulest language, but punched another sailor's running lights out for making a disparaging remark about her. You know that although she has sheltered and protected you in the harshest and least forgiving of environments, she can turn on you in an instant, throw things, break your gear, and turn your world upside down, but somehow it doesn't matter any more. Linky: http://poorwilliam.net/al-021806.html
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