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A homing beacon propagates from ashore.
It pings my antennae calling me true north,
I am reeled in by the tensile strength of destiny,
Relegating the salty blue to the deep abyss.

Swallowed by the mouth of the estuary,
I now find myself in the crispness of fresh water
Travelling the twisting meanders upstream.
The raging gush of the river wash my hurdle.

However, like a moth to a flame I persevere.
My appendices a blur, as they oscillate in thrust,
Generating lift to traverse the steep waterfalls.
Up, Up and Away! The promise land beckons.

A fish out of water I've become.
Behold my evolution!

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