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BUOYANCY
BUOYANCY
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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.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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