About midnight the fog shut down again denser than before. One could almost stand on it. It continued so for a number of days, the wind increasing to a gale. The waves rose high, but I had a good ship. Still, in the dismal fog I felt myself drifting into loneliness, an insect on the straw in the midst of the elements. ✨ Joshua Slocum (1985). The Voyages of Joshua Slocum, p.238, Sheridan House, Inc.

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