she once had a boat with sails as white as a lamb. she set sail for new land. following her compass, she estimated that my trip would take a few seasons. through wind and rain she persevered. when sun drenched the mahogany deck, she basked in it's glorious rays. the swells and ebbs became her identity. her sails followed the wind. the excitement of discovering a new land grew with each mile gained.
now, her chase is over.
she sold her white sails and her beautiful boat. she sold her adventure.
now, she drifts without purpose.
one day she will be swallowed by the sea.
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