The White Sails

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As she slowly walked along the ridge, she looked out over the horizon, realizing it was always the ocean that brought her back…….from the abyss. So constant, yet never changing, and always unlimited.

No longer harboring bitterness, she was grateful for the waves washing her. Was that a ship……way out on the blue? The white sails rising and falling.

Clearly she could enjoy the journey, as she breathed in the salt air.

         

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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