Someday I'd like to let go of it, the past: that huge and heavy thing that weighs us down without us ever realizing it, until we can't move. And I'd look at it, squarely and firmly. And I'd push off from it, a ship from shore. Sailing away and away, but knowing that if I ever wanted to, I could still return to it, a ship to shore.
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