the smell of wet wood stopped me thought of all kinds of contradiction. Although this boat had never needed water to sail …. I just needed my thoughts to move it from side to side ….. How much pain had felt the tree to be cut into pieces to build that boat anchored always close to me ….. the smell of wet wood never let me sleep peacefully, but I always pretended dreaming but I was awake with my eyes closed ……. 🌪🚣🏼‍♀️ 💆🏻

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