One boat sits in a harbor, neat against a symmetrical arrangement of purple and gold architecture. Another slices through turbulent waters that screech against a darkly smudged sky. One seems to have the weight and stability of buildings, while the other seems as fragile as a paper crane. The first has either arrived or not yet taken off, while the second is in the middle of an uncertain journey. Where do we find ourselves, buried, motionless within a pile of pretty ideals, or out there taking on the dangerous world?
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