Water
I want to go to Florida
I want to go to Florida
I want to be in Florida
I want to walk on the beach
Feel the sand on my feet
I want to see the ocean
I want to touch it
And swim in it
And feel the water holding me
Merging with me
Becoming one with me
Like a river
Carrying me...
That is what you must do:
Let the water carry you.
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