Solvit antemnas, legit alta vela, palmulam ponit manus, atque transtris litori iunctis petit osculandam saltus harenam.
Now my hand loosens the yards, furls the tall sails, and lays down the oars, and I leap from the thwarts alongside the shore, eager to kiss the land.
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