My old self is a pretty shipwreck, so at home upon the seabed, made ever more pretty by the passing of time and the growth of new life. My new self sets sail above, wind filled pillows of white and new horizons ahead.
The shipwreck beneath the waves had become a gallant grand dame of the seabed. For she had become home to so much life, a support structure and thing of beauty.
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