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Y161’s real character was in those small, accumulative details: the way the paint on a bench had been sun-bleached into a map of summers; the sticker on a hull advertising a regatta from years ago; the smell of diesel and salt and grilled fish braided with the perfume of seaweed after a storm. It was the bricolage of life on the water, the layered history only visible to those who paid attention.