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May 2018
Every day I set sail on a stainless steel ship.
It’s a little too heavy to float but every day is just short enough where I can make it out and back before sinking.

But I’d love to see the sun on a longer day,
so I cut down the sitka spruce planted on the day I was born,
and I whittled it until I had carved a wooden heart the same size as my fist
Now I sail in my little boat with my beautiful new wooden heart to keep me afloat.
I still have to use every ounce of myself to focus on keeping me above the water but the sun shines brighter and the days stay longer.

One sunny day I found myself castaway along your shore.
I still had my wooden heart to make sure I would get home safely and I was keeping it oh so close to me.
You introduced yourself with a smile and all I could bring myself to do was give my wooden heart to you.
I only left once every trace of the sun was gone from the sky

to return home.

Now my boat is holding water just as closely as I held my heart.
Written by
Martin McLaren
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