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And finally
I stepped off the banks
of comfort and into
the waters of turbulence
and knowing not
what awaited me
and if I would return safe
to the shore.
Waters beckon me
and waves tickle me
and they all speak to
me the language
of seeking oneself
That's all that matters
now as I soak in
the waves and bubbles and
reflections and murmurs.
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