Sailed blind last night from Kiritimati to Galapogos as the GSM went crazy partying with the solar flares. About 1:02AM, passed out on the deck beneath a stunning night. Had a dream, I was babysitting my boss's young son at the house. It was a milky fog morning, and we were sitting at the computer reading Portishead reviews. Quietly but growing louder, "We Are All Made of Stars" built in the background. Andrew told me something about stars.

I awoke on the deck of the Mintaka in the purple darkness just before dawn, and realized I had not sailed East, but had drifted into the sky. Just South of the stratoshpere I realized little Andrew had been right: the starts were indeed angels, giving us a grand round of applause for being good for one more day.

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