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  • I've never liked open waters, yet something about them captivates me. The sound of the ocean is the hardest to deal with. Were you to fall in it would be that last thing you would ever hear as the water rises up inside you, stopping you from breathing.
    I'm thinking all of this as the Captain of the ship sounds the bell that means it is approaching dinner time on the ship. But I'm still staring at the mass of water in front of me. I can't help but think we are about to enjoy a meal whilst sailing over something so potentially dangerous and everyone else is oblivious to it.

    But maybe, just maybe I'm hoping for something to take me away from this drab, formality of these people around me.
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