After ferity of waves has passed and sailor stands, balanced and reflective, ocean will know its guest is not a quede, but a friend ajourney.
At shoreline, welcoming committee are jaunty in anticipation. Time to join them will be soon, but, for now, there is still time to embosk self amongst rigging, mast, and sail: shifting surfaces need not be rushed while spirit is still asea.
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