Drifting off. The anchor chain snapped from over use. Reefed in the sails, letting tide and chance take their gentle course with me this calm night. By dawn, gulls will call as it begins anew. A new course will be drawn and sails set. Some call it Monday. I call it a new day, and I say scuttle and sink the old routines. Begin this week with the new, plotting a course for the best. It will soon be a day new rising.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 02:51:28 +0000
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