Contributor: Joseph Miptrine

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The salt-breeze in my senses
wakens me
wakens my spirit
breathes me alive.

The kick of the wheel
against my hand
as I guide her sails to wind
as I guide her, point her
toward home.

The sea opens itself to us.
The sea is home.
Here,
Now,
I am home.


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I love the sea.