The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up – flaked up, with rose-water snow. — Herman Melville
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Bagpipe serenade by Patrick at sunset. He had a new girlfriend aboard and said she ‘made him do it.’ The few other cruisers in Zihua hoped he’d play every night, but it was a one time treat.