(image courtesy of Robert Schrader-Pexels
BUOYANCY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A boat drifts softly, hull like a feathered whisper, tracing sky and sea. In its wake, a gentle sigh—clarity in the vast blue. Buoyant, I drift free, the weight of time slips away. Crystal waters gleam. My thoughts thoughts dart like fish in the deep. The boat softly sways. Joy, a vessel on this sea, carries me onward. I sail forth, heart wide open, sailor of my own delight.
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