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I struggle to keep afloat in the rising and falling swell, half drowning, I grab at any flotsam and jetsam that can help me stay afloat, I drift for an age, until one day my feet touch solid ground a sandbank. I drag myself up out of the water onto the sand and collapse resting in the sun, respite from the struggle. I stand up and look around, for the first time able to see beyond the huge waves that threatened to engulf me. Behind this sandbank is a lagoon, calm and shallow glistening is the sun and beyond the lagoon is an Island thick with forest and beyond the forest rises a mountain it’s peak shining bright. I take a deep breath, straighten my shoulders and wade onto the lagoon keeping my eye on the mountain because that is where I am going.