The barge had every intention of obeying Newton's laws, especially the one about remaining still unless a force compelled it to move.
The barge was a confident celebration of colours, the kind of red that invited summer blooms and London buses to play in my imagination. It had a splendid sash of gold that wrapped around the bow and beneath that was the blue of every perfect sky.
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