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Jan 2017
I'm walking on the shore and I feel the cold fingers of the Ocean pull me closer and closer into the waves. Up my legs, around my stomach, encasing my shoulders and neck. My eyes meet with the horizon one last time before the water rushes over and swallows me.
My name means "of the sea" and "ship of victory."

The Ocean has always felt like home.
LB Parker
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LB Parker
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