sailing. sailing. over the ocean blue.

i remember the first time i went sailing.
it was in mozambique and about as great as i thought it was going to be. 

i don’t know if it’s the delayed summer here in van or the feeling that i’m in the middle of the race and this is the bit where you get really tired or if it’s that piece of escapism we entertain in our minds so we can at least feel free even if when we aren’t…

but i just want to go sailing.

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