She was there, down at the shore, near the edge of the sea of possibility, launching her dreams to sail across the waves to let the tides take them where they would.
She had turned her back on the dry inland and come down to the sea's edge to find a place to set her dreams free. Sending them out into the wider world, sailing far away from the narrow peninsula where her slow life lapped against the long beach of an endless shore of ordinary days.
She wanted to ride the waves and see the wonders the sailors saw when they were far from land and free of the ropes that tied them there. She wanted to see foreign shores and walk along streets of strange languages feeling the dangerous comforts of being alone and far from home.
She wanted to find somewhere new, where she was not known. A place where she had nothing expected of her and nothing to live up to. She wanted to find a place where the people had not turned their backs on the dreaming sea to search for treasures amongst the flotsam along the tide-strewn shore.
She wanted to sail to some faraway place where no-one can watch and tell distorted stories of how you come down to the beach each morning to set your dreams sailing free. Before turning to go back to your narrow peninsula life and the expectations that weigh you down so you are always nearly drowning on dry land.
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