Wave goodbye.
It is all you can do as you float away.
You reach out and try to hold on.
But apparently there is a parachute attached to your back.
And a mighty wind has taken hold.
Wave goodbye.
Little bits of yourself you do not need anymore.
What was once familiar and friendly has turned cold and stagnant.
Riding waves through a stinky pond.
Surfs up bro.
Goodbye.
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