The water calls,
lapping at the edges of the hull.
Winds fly against my face.
My eyes turn towards the sails.
I am free here,
Dancing among the waves.
I am free here,
Slave to my mistakes, master of my triumphs.
No voice speaks to me,
No one council's me what to do.
What path to take, which sheet to trim, which course to sail.
I am my own,
Here. Now. In this place.
Dancing upon the waters,
flying above the waves,
On Brigadoon.
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