I wake up to the swishing of the waves on the hull of the boat shaking me and rocking me back and forth. I make my way to the deck of the boat and there I see a beautiful dawn rising on the plains beyond the great granite cliffs. As the boat sails further and further down the Nile I begin to see more and more villages, farms, and towns. The constant movement of the boat makes my weak stomach feel weak. The beautiful trees cliffs and deserts pass by me as we sail down the Nile. My destination grows nearer and the sight of Memphis draws into sight . The smell of the fish in the hull grows stronger as my senses begin to become more aware. I yawn with a deep breathe tasting the air of my home. As I sail into port the sounds of the city and the fish seller unloading my boat grow strong. I exit my boat and take a good look at Memphis, my home.
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