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The Doldrums? Are you floating aimlessly in the doldrums off the Atlantic Coast of Africa? aka Intertropical Convergence Zone aka Horse Latitudes?
From Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner:
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All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
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