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Nausicaa was his great danger. Poseidon pitched Odysseus over roiling Aegean seas,

but it was Nausicaa who lightly touched his hand when he stepped from the sea’s edge naked,

alone. He would not sleep that night, tossing and turning, as if captive at sea to some goddess’

slender-fingered whimsy.

He lay at night among the Phaecians, eyes wide, thinking of home

and Penelopea. Dreaming (brief moments when eyelids would not defy black night) he’d fondle

the lissome legs of Nausicaa and frolic in his newfound kingdom as if with his wife.