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their "Gallant decks", as he called them.
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And I realized that day sometimes metaphor is not just a metaphor.
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"Our house stood within a few rods
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of the Chesapeake Bay"--
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this is Douglass's description--
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"Whose broad bosom was ever white with sails
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from every quarter of the habitable globe.
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Those beautiful vessels robed in purest white,
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so delightful to the eye of freemen"--
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don't you wish you could write like this when you're 26?--
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"Were to me so many shrouded ghosts,
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to terrify and torment me