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It's all you get. And all that matters.

I was living the dream. The wind was twenty knots, but it was perfectly aligned for my approach to the berth. The late evening sun was low enough in the sky to bring a golden glow to every surface and relax your skin with its blanket warmth. But not so low that its glare would interfere with the move. A 40 m space on the pontoon between two ships. Just …