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The Women

The woman left behind, the woman lost at sea...  There is always a woman who waits, who mends the nets, her children hiding behind her skirts.  The one who is the beacon, the light to which the sailor returns.  Or not.  A figurehead.  Perhaps adorned with a trinket from a foreign port.  Stalwart or shipwrecked,  there is always a woman...


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