I think that the holidays feel like frozen noses. I love walking with the dog for long periods of time.

Hopefully it's snowing and you've got to wrap up warm. So I think a frozen nose is

then sweaty armpits because like you're wrapped up so warm but then you're climbing hamps

and heath and you get to the top and you're like and then you can see the breath

but then your nose is still freezing to touch.

Joy in every sip with red carp snown back at Starbucks.

Chapter 60. The Line. With reference to the wailing scene shortly to be described,

as well as for the better understanding of all similar scenes elsewhere presented,

I have here to speak of the magical sometimes horrible wail line.

The line originally used in the fishery was one of the best hemp,

slightly vapoured with tar, not impregnated with it, as in the case of ordinary ropes.

For while tar, as ordinarily used, makes the hemp more pliable to the rope maker

and also renders the rope itself more convenient to the sailor for common ship use.

Yet not only would the ordinary quantity too much stiffen the wail line for the close

coiling, twitch it must be subjected, but as most seamen are beginning to learn

tar in general by no means adds to the rope's durability or strength.

However much it may give it compactness and gloss.

Of late years the Manila rope has in the American fishery almost entirely superseded hemp

as a material for wail lines. For though not so durable as hemp, it is stronger and far more soft

and elastic and I will add since there is an aesthetics and all things. It is much more

handsome and becoming to the boat than hemp. Hemp is a dusky dark fellow, but Manila is a golden

hair sarcassian to behold. The wail line is only two thirds of an inch in thickness.

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