Outside the wild waves tossed; on board one night we all
dressed up in Roaring Twenties costumes and enjoyed the frivolity of boa
feathers, beads and fringe and flapper dresses.
Not to mention the odd gangster or two.
There is a time to meditate, and a time to party. I’m sure
it says that in Ecclesiastes, doesn’t it?
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