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| I would like to ride a sailboat on blue waters under squeezable clouds, mountains smudging a distant skyline. The smell of salt and suntan lotion warm as kitchen baking. I would like to climb soft, watery hills that carry rolling dreams on groaning planks and white sheets. Buffeted by strong winds, my skin grazed by the sun heated breeze. I would like to swim. To dive below the surface and explore hidden places full of silent fish and patient predators. Collect shells - enough for a mermaid's crown - then burst, laughing up through waves and scramble breathless and dropleted onto the deck. |
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