The sun glinted, fleetingly, on its copper dome and then it was gone, only its slender lifelines piercing the cold, dark waves as it slowly descended in to the deep. The small crowd on deck gave an involuntary shudder and turned for their cabins. What would a month cocooned in that tiny diving bell, miles below in a silent, black void do to a man? Only the sound of the winch slowly unwinding its seemingly never-ending coils, broke their thoughts.
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Friday’s song: ‘The Bends’ by Radiohead?
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