At Loggerheads with the Storm

Beneath mottled shells of dreary, setting suns we bury instruments in living sands; digital treasures to map the edges of existence. Caressing your carapace as we wave you from our ships; deep-sea buoys to dredge the ocean of her tempestuous secrets.   Back on land we watch as you coast …

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