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Since ancient times, a woman's life has been likened to a river. She is born in one place, often unnamed, and flows forward-not by choice, but by circumstance. Along her path, she nourishes all she touches. She gives, but is rarely held.

In the end, she reaches the ocean-not as a retreat, but as a return. For the ocean has always waited for her-quiet, vast, eternal. Some poets say it is her destiny; others believe it is the love she was always denied-an ardent longing that defines her journey.

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