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The glassy waters of Lake Union reflect the lights of the city.
They reflect my dreams.
Long ago, I drew pictures of a sailing craft that I would build,
to sail away.
Those dreams were slain, silent, in the indifference of my family, of my then love.

Today, I live in a yacht there that is possible.
Where I can sail the whole world if it is my desire.
I am grateful for that.
For my dreams.
In Reality.
Today.

The wakes of passing boats gently rock my Brigadoon.
Reminding me of the bosom of the waters that cradle me.

It is home.
With my love,  it is home.