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distinctly elan

One day I'll double back and tell you about these unfettered years

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The Sparkly One
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23 February 1986
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"I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul."
- William E. Henley

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The name's Elan. I'm twenty-five, an often flighty, never *too* snarky girl from Baltimore City. I've dabbled in the historical interpretation and museum environment for a while, and have spent the last two years sailing on tall ships. I'm big into exploration, not just of myself, but of the rest of the world, but so far life has kept me close to my homeland. One day, perhaps. It's a hard but good life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I'm pretty open, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

I tend to be quite bubbly and optimistic, almost to the point of annoyance. Also, I wear my heart on my sleeve, and spend a good deal of time navel-gazing and being introspective.
I am the sailor of yore.
I am a kareoke singer whenever possible, on the stage of my bathtub or aloft in the rigging, but hardly heard by anyone; a weaver of ghost tales; a chantey singer.
I am a world-famous ice skater on my kitchen floor.
I am a Latin student, though I can hardly conjugate amo; a Logician but a debater in all topics I know little about.
I am a bubbly, perky mess.
I am unbreakable and yet fragile.
I am a lover of life’s poetry, a wide-eyed wonderer, dauntless, a daydreamer.
I have proven myself time and time again, and will only continue to do so until I am understood.
I am unforgettable. Any questions?

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"To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life."
- Robert Louis Stevenson

"It's funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, 'I want to go home.' But then you come home, and of course it's not the same. You can't live with it, you can't live away from it. And it seems like from then on there's always this yearning for some place that doesnt exist. I'm never completely at home anywhere. But it's a good place to be, I think. It's like floating. From up above, you can see everything at once. It's the only way how." - Caucasia, by Danzy Senna

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
- Oliver Goldsmith

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin

ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.
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"For the truth is that I already know as much about my fate as I need to know. The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I will do with my allotted time. I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze."
- First You Have To Row A Little Boat, by Richard Bode.

"When I was still a little boy among the hundreds, I dreamed like all of us only of growing up. . . we believed in a magic moment somewhere ahead of us, when we would suddenly be admitted into the real world, the world beyond the harbor. To us to be grown up meant to sail.

For the real life of the giants was not lived ashore. They came home every two months or so to sleep, all three hundred of them, and they seemed to be sleeping even when they walked the streets. . . One morning, soon after their arrival, we would be woken up by a great sound of anchor chains, and when we shot out of bed and clattered to the harbor, hundreds of breathless little kids, capless, buttoning their coats as they ran, we would find the quay full of angry women and weeping girls. The black birds of the botters would spread their wings and sail out into the pink haze of the sunrise, the sky vast and green above them. . . Then a great chill of loneliness would come out of the empty harbor, there would be a silence which lasted until one woman began to cry: "Good-by," and then the multicolored shawls would start waving at the sunrise, as if all the women on the quay had suddenly become twice their size and the good-bys would mount in volume and in ardor until they sounded like a chord on a big organ. We children, who didn't know what it was all about, would catch the sadness and the love of the last chorus, and we would weep with the women because it was beautiful."
- 'The Call of the Sea' by Jan de Hartog

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