Can't do the subject justice, never could.
Today I watched my boat sail away across the lake, the boat I dreamed of all white and untainted, all pure, and all mine.
I'm reminded of the story where the little boy prays someone will find his boat and that it will make them happy.
Today I fit in your shoes, and I'm thankful for you even if I cry.
I know my boat's been found.
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