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... cattered pockets with areas of greater visibility. But gradually, the fog became thicker and thicker until it seemed as if we were sailing through milk. The wind completely stopped, and a creepy silence enveloped the surroundings. I was at the helm, and it was a strange experience—gradually, everything became deathly silent.
I couldn’t sail like this. The sailboat glided silently through the water, its bow disappearing into a thick, white wall of fog. My visibility didn’t even extend to ...
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