September 15, 98 Entry Seven: Train
I sit here in this moving train, my heart racing with thoughts that come upon me like the Pacific waves. My emotions overtake me, as my mind lie bare in its powerful baptism, heavy upon me like the ocean's secrets, yet light and refreshing like the breaking sprays. How strange this is, that I arise from a slumber in turmoil only to discover I am atop a leaf on a glassy lake.
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