I can remember the exact moment I decided to ditch my trimaran. We were motoring down the channel to Whittaker Creek after a turbulent passage back from Beaufort. My friend Tina lay basking in the
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I can remember the exact moment I decided to ditch my trimaran. We were motoring down the channel to Whittaker Creek after a turbulent passage back from Beaufort. My friend Tina lay basking in the
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I was eight months pregnant with my first child when we met on a hot July day. Sitting beside Marti at a company outing, my beach ball belly eliminating all chances of finding a comfortable
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