Journey home to the sea. I'm dreaming:  An enormous ship on the ocean
carrying many fearful people. The sky is black, clouds hang low.
Some people carry weapons. When the storm passes,
the clouds lift and there is an island, glowing on the water.   I can't say why,
but as I gaze at the island, I feel I have come home. Home where the heart is held. Home where the mind is full.  Home where the soul can rest. Ah, home.   Journey home.    

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