Leaving. Your. Shore.

At last I was ready to lift my anchor.

And leave your shore.

Little did I know that when I am to unexpectedly.

Encounter the beauty of  a seascape.

Anywhere in this world or the next.

I will be reminded of the reason I was anchored.

By the saltiness on my lips.

Knowing that a stormy harbour was perhaps better than a calm sea.

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