The weather, the sky is so strange on this day. The bay is grey and cloudy, like we are swallowed up into the transition but on both sides there is light, it’s like we’re for a brief moment dipping into non-existence. On both sides, mountains grow.

I am outside the whole time, the wind is sharp, there are barely any people on board. I am waiting. I am in transition. I am in-between.

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(This story told in pictures.)