A Lakeside Meditation

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On the surface of the lake, blue ripples carrying thoughts,

drifting beyond

what I knew back then

turning pages

of time

to the glory of sailing ships

driven hard by the wind

sword in hand

I was always a hero,

even at 7 years old,

alive

with adventure.

    

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