A day later, Raw Faith was still anchored in the bay. She hadn't run aground, but fog, thick as gray felt had moved in to obliterate all points of reference. Since the weather was so dreary, we decided to retreat to thicker walls at home so I don't know how long she stayed.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Raw Faith
A day later, Raw Faith was still anchored in the bay. She hadn't run aground, but fog, thick as gray felt had moved in to obliterate all points of reference. Since the weather was so dreary, we decided to retreat to thicker walls at home so I don't know how long she stayed.
Simply the perfect name for a boat & for much else.
ReplyDeleteBarbara, it's an interesting story with equal parts hope, dreams...and some would say folly. I hope they succeed!
ReplyDeleteBlind faith, raw faith always carries a touch of risk.
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