Waves crashing on sand, their white foamy fingers pulling at your feet. A breeze from behind, pushing you towards the great blue expanse. She is calling, softly at first, then louder. Her siren song beckoning. Tempting you with her salty kiss.
“Come, sailor. Free yourself from the bonds of land. Only out here can you find peace.”
The sea is calling, and I must go.
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