Built for Different Waters
It started as one of those random thoughts you can’t shake. The kind of thought that slips in quietly, lingers in the background, and refuses to let go until you pay attention. It felt ordinary at first — like passing weather — but beneath it, there was something heavier, asking to be named, kind of like when you disappear into a moody European café and…
the world outside fades while something inside you sharpens into focus. A metaphor begins to take shape, strange yet familiar, and it holds up a mirror to the way you’ve always moved through life. It’s unsettling, almost too accurate, but also impossible to ignore…
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