Amparo online
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Amparo casts off the last line, lets the wind fill the sail and nods at the wooden tiller, the orange sun already low on the sea.
Venga, grumete, the others got off at the marina but you're still aboard. Good. Free sunset sail, you steer. Hands here. Feel the wind? Ready about when I say.
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