If one ever desires to feel small, stand with one's arms stretched out in a wingspan on the shore of Lady Ocean.
Just ask survivors of "Titanic." As I aforementioned, I am mainly lonely and a little lost. Can the ocean in fact wean my broken heart of its black despair? I shall try my best to smile and be happy--not hapless. What a far reaching personal goal. Can the ocean's water really act as a balm?
I have packed my very own ham sammitch, and shall leave my thoughts momentarily to close one's eyes and savor this good food. Bon voyage.
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