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And sailing we

Were compass in

Hand pointing west

Nary a storm

Approached strong winds

Set to sail

Moving we were

Excited we were

For the quest

Of each other

One month into

Our voyage and

No land in

Sight we’re simply

Drifting now through

The seas of

Mediocrity no sea

Monsters no storms

Just the lull

Of water slapping

Against the hull