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I bind my boat to the shore, to the anchor point that will keep it safely in the harbour until conditions are fair enough to sail once more. I wrap the rope as my grandfather showed me how, though that was so very long ago. It's a memory made from watching him in awe, feeling the movement of his weathered hands as if they were my own, then trying it for myself. My hands move as if they were his, the decades between nothing at all, feeling the texture and the movement it takes to make the so knot fast and true.

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Tight ropes chaffed at my wrists causing crimson to ooze to the surface, before long the rough cream snakes were coated in a dark flaking mass that was added to every time I moved. Hunched over the bondage around my ankles held me fast. I spat from my dry mouth, I winced as the ropes dug further into my flesh. They easily sliced through the soft flesh, like a knife through butter.

By whippedicecream, June 19, 2014.
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History has been fraught with discrimination and marginalization of communities based on caste, creed, religion, color and ethnicity. True beauty lies in diversity and only liberalism and progressive thinking can bind our society into a vibrant holistic community whose foundation is laid upon equality and mutual respect!

By cheedz, June 16, 2014.