The breeze makes the water slowly ripple towards the shore.
I see one lone duck
Wandering around next to the shore.
It won't go any further.
It stays only by the familiarity of the shore.
Now I see a group of five other ducks.
They're making their way toward the middle of the pond,
Exploring and experiencing together.
But still, the lone duck stays
Next to the shore.
And here I stay,
Alone, never venturing past the shore.
I can't leave the shore and I don' know why.
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