| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - there, floating, spinningthe water is too blue, too clearThere is no boat, you saybut I can see itI can see that boat, old, surprisingly sturdylike an old friend to youa friend you will not introduce me tooits sort of beautiful, when I catch a glimpsedo not you know that?The wood curves with weight, like someone has sat in it many timescomfortably smoothed out the surface of that little seatyou love t
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