After the Ocean

The first steps on land are always the hardest. No more sailing on the currents and all I can do is struggle to stand, but at least I can crawl to the jungles. The future looks so bleak now that the skies are turning grey again. Winter is coming, and I must make the most of it before the heat dissipates. I only need love for myself, the courage that opens the gates to the unknown.

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