Sailing...

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Lifting heavy doors,
Sailing through memories,
The deep forest is a sea,
Of doors.

Bright brittle fog.

The ship is speaking,
Speaking the voice of wind.
The wind is silent,
Flowing and staying.

The fog is still bright.

Sailing...

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