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the scale is of breaths and interpretations. but otherwise of miles. and the oceans are analgous to undifferentiated distances, where the value of the movements are roughly the same. the topography unfortunately is very hard to map out in that it is subject quite constantly to the most sudden and disfiguring weather. storms and blaring suns. at the corner of the world where we admit value plays into the level at which we describe, there are cannibals at almost every turn, some riding the leviathans that fill the waters of this wretched and loving sea.
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