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Let me feel the
sun on my face and
the wind in my hair, hear
the water crash against the bow.
I will look out across the waves and find
answers nestling along the sparkling horizon.
Couldn’t I stay awhile, stretch out like a sea-star on the sun-bleached deck?
Breathe in the healing air until my weary soul is soothed.
Take me a little further, give me a little longer.
Direct me, for I have lost my compass.