The things I think, when I think the things…?
The tides of my ever changing moods, eb and flow with the
aquas, greens, and blues that brush your eyes as you gaze through the ocean.
Where does it curl, ripple, stop? Somewhere, sometimes nowhere. Nowhere that is
evident to your curious eye. It dances to the winds’ song back behind the
shores, fish, and the rocks of a different land. A land which is not land at
all. Water. Ever changing. Unstable. Temperamental. And yet, something that
grabs hold of us round the shoulders, sucking us deep into its lure.
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