I love the water. I love lakes. I love the ocean. I know it sounds “so 1700s,” but being on big bodies of water gives me a sense of freedom—from worry, from government, from all landly troubles.
Perhaps it’s not that water + boat = freedom sounds like it’s straight out of the 1700s, but rather that it’s practically hackneyed: Everyone during the past 3000 years has said something to this effect.
Maybe I love the ocean so much because I found the Phoenicians so interesting to study in fifth grade.
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