Under the watchful gaze and glaring daze of the full moon, the ship sailed effortlessly through the white sea. Above, a deep regal wash of blue flowed from zenith to horizon; shadowed with the light of a moon i never felt closer to. And in the quiet, all that could be heard was the soft whimper of the clouds parting under the timber bow of the boat. Occasionally, through hazy partings, the lights of a peaceful creatures could be seen living their lives below in the depths of night.
Planted upon the sea bed far below, I watched as my ship sailed across summer night.
I sighed. And went back to living my life.
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