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On the word: BOAT

I let my hand hang off the side of the boat. A sleek vessal rushing through the waves, cutting through them with ease. There is no other sound aside from the sound of sailing. Only my boat and me. And the ocean of course. I dry my hand off on my pants and go to the front of the boat, where the wind blows the stongest. I pull a Titanic and thrust my chest out, hollaring, ”I’M THE KING OF THE WOOOOORLD!” I raise my hands, feeling the wind coursing through every article of clothing I wear. I feel like I’m nothing, but something. In this moment, I do not exist. I’m simply an extenstion to my sleek rushing ship.