A lot of mist can settle over the Solent, the straits that separate the Isle of Wight from the English mainland. On some days, you hear the passenger ferry before you see it; whirring and clanking, and the blast of the horn. The ship slowly assumes shape, shimmering and uncertain at first, and finally emerging from the fog. After it docks, the passengers stream out. Some are on bicycles, most are on foot. After a while, the ferry leaves again.
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Τετάρτη 29 Νοεμβρίου 2017
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