_Peaceful tides, clear skies, and an endless distance._

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_This little sail boat travels these kind seas, allowing the wind to take it on this story, for the boat is simply too small to sail on just beleifs._

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_Miles and miles it will go, creating companions as it rows and rows._

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_Snagging fishy friends, or little sands, this sailing boat lets the wind guide it far across these lands._

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_But it’s far too late once the hours turn to days, and the days turn to weeks, that this little boat sees no destination other than sea._

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_Perhaps this floating object would rather go back, would make its fishy friends on its own pact._

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_No more will this sailing ship sail with the wind, but this time, it will sail on its own whim._