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I’m a bottle in the ocean,Drifting afarUntil I sink; I’m a message that’s lost,In translation, on a paper that’s washed. I’m a voiceThat’s trapped inside a conch shell;Quiet yet present. I’m a destination without a pathAnd path without a direction. You see me but you don’t;You can touch me but you can’t;I am but I’m … Continue reading I