The Corinth Canal

And one more from mo cohen

The ship glided silently through the Corinth Canal and we hardly dared breathe. The sides were so close we reached out and touched them. The night was black, the stars infinite beyond imagination. We had talked for many hours. You whispered “You are Sartre and I am De Beauvoir. This canal is our birth canal.”

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