The calenda has an undertow and can pull you in, gasping for breath and relief from the surging. You will be convinced you can keep your head above tonight’s tide, to breathe in the clear air, to let yourself be carried along with the others, but before you know it you will be looking for shore, trying hard to get out of the surf.
It is safer on the shore, and still you may be swept away.
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