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Sail a boat. Trim the sails. Billowing sails. Limp sails. Sail away. Sail the seven seas. Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main. . . Gone to be a sailor. .
It’s endless, really. Today, here in my corner of Pennsylvania, there’s a lovely breeze. It must be more of a wind, higher up, because clouds are sailing through the blue skies pretty quickly.
I’ve never been in a sailboat. Always thought it looked like so much fun.
My dad, who was in submarines in WWII, loved pictures like this:
There’s something about a vessel like this in full sail that stirs the blood and the imagination.
So as you sail off to your various gatherings and events today, I wish you all a wonderful Fourth of July, America’s celebration of our Independence from England, our long-time friend and ally. Have a great time; eat great food; be with great people; give thanks to the great God Who created it all!