Once they have lapped their facts,
But images I keep remain,
Though further I look back.
My memory is more justly served
With pictures than with words.
It's getting more imperative:
Sing notes, take notes, keep track.
"The wind, which had breezed up a little during the night, was now extremely light and baffling, which the more increased the apparent uncertainty of her movements."
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