Some people live in split second transitions of daydreams.
Sailing steadfast on their mighty caravels.
Tying themselves tightly to the masts, hoping that monsoon winds will carry their cargo loaded vessels away from leaden waters; towards coasts where sunlight embellishes the shoreline with opulent hues of gold and ivory.
The hulls of their ships gleam like elephant tusks, spearheading the drifter's pursuit for soil and sand.
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