A Damn Good Sailor

The sail is torn by the thunderstorms, the mast has been broken by the recurring gust. The hull is punctured, the paddles are heavy and you are tired. You, who are smashed and torn apart by the very tides you once sailed. You, who once stood tall and proud on this very ship which is almost about to sink. You, who would sail to the unknown waters fearlessly, is tired and lost. You, who after all this keep rowing and hoping. You must be a damn good sailor.

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