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BLOWN OFF COURSE
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What do you do when you see they are drifting away?
When they become less and less until they are mere dots
On the distant horizon
You hope they will change course, head back to you
They are too far out to hear you
Too far away to see you waving
You must build a lighthouse with a beacon
That shines day and night like a candle of hope
You can send them wishes for calm seas, safe adventures, fair weather
They might turn back around to the sheltering harbor you have prepared
A clean well supplied harbor named Welcome Home Wanderer
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