Preceding seafaring that was not to transpire

She takes to heart her ship

That is upon their advice.

 

Before her and harbour,

In good forecast she sets

Friendship to the friend

As the anchor of relationships.

 

Later she squints through time’s telescope:

Fearful sad that lens. It magnifies

other ways winds blow.

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