This is the story of a little row boat.
A man once rowed me along the quiet waters to various and numerous ports and adventures. Thus we traveled from there to here. When we arrived at this port, he placed himself on the dock, but he failed to secure my rope. Slowly, my loosely bound roped slipped free from the dock. With my rope clinging only to water, I started to slip away. Although he could still see me by the dock he did not care to notice I had become free and was slipping away with the motion of the sea. Perhaps he shall notice when I am gone, but will he swim out to find me?. ~ Arachne ~ November 24, 2008 @ 7:59 p.m. EST
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