To ride the divide between up here and down there, a boat crafted by shipwrights of old, newly found. From the ground, once buried, now she serves as a clue.
Archaeology and forensics put the ancient arc under the microscope. What and how is easy. Who and when are meticulously peeled away. The why is the story. An answer unobtainable over the river of time.
Each stroke moves us all forward. Gusts to propel to destinations calm or tempestuous. When the sail billows, the oars pull, the destination always just over the horizon. Seagulls weave ahead, while wake marks the passage.
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