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Ariadne
As I touch my toe to the water, of an ocean sailed before, I wonder with trepidation, if the journey will be the same. A voyage of deep emotion, in a vast ocean of love, held buoyant by one another, neither of which can claim. Will it be a safe travel, held fast in your arms, or will I be your Ariadne, on the shore calling your name. 1/30/05
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