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Aug. 30th, 2006 06:53 pmJack's been on deck for some time. It's late, now, and everything's gone quiet and still.
If he leans back against the rail, Jack finds, and looks up past the wheel at the sail above him rather than at the sky itself, then he doesn't have to notice that even the stars are oddly changed here.
Everything's different, at the end of the world.
If he leans back against the rail, Jack finds, and looks up past the wheel at the sail above him rather than at the sky itself, then he doesn't have to notice that even the stars are oddly changed here.
Everything's different, at the end of the world.
