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Sailboat
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I stood on the shore of the lake watching
the boats in the distance. Sails set proud
against the background of the sky. Oh, how
I wish I was on one of them. If I was I would
let myself sail through the lakes and rivers
until I reached the sea. I would wander out
into the salted water, happy to be away from
the dirt of the shore.Lazily I would sail as far
as I could go. Maybe I would even make it
to the south, where sunshine always seems to
shine. How sweet it would be to lie on the
sand of some distant beach, drinking sweet
drinks with fruit inside. I would pretend that
the shore I left had never existed and I would
act as if I was a native to the land. But sailboats
do not reach distant shores. They are not made
to travel the deep seas. If indeed I attempted
to make the escape, surely my route would be
interrupted by my drowning. Too bad. But in
truth I am already drowning and yet I have
not left the land. How strange to be in under
the water when I stand at the shore and watch.
