Never before have I thrown myself into mystery with so much force.
The ocean is an endless, matte gem of periwinkle - the occasional barge blemishes it with business and direction.
Clouds hover in attempt to anchor as islands.
They too, are wanderers like me.
And then a giant promise forced itself into the sky, with it's snowy cap, to say I'm on the right track.
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