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It turned easily. Overhead, the sun dove behind a cloud and the day went dull. There was a blue and white Greek flag on the stern and a dingy yel ow quarantine flag halfway up the fore. and I shoved upward like a guy planningto slam-dunk home the last score of a close basketball game.

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