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I wonder on these deep nights. Could I stand to be one of many pawns and never the queen? A plaything taken up on a whim, a "one of many", a port in a storm.
A port on a fine day where sailors gather in clusters on the docks to show off miraculous catches. Nets full of glittering, gasping, panting fish. Too many fish.
