Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Alone
A gentle breeze stirs the trees
Rippling waves stumble to shore
Idle chatter surrounds drowning
Wafting island music and crashes.
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A gentle breeze stirs the trees
Rippling waves stumble to shore
Idle chatter surrounds drowning
Wafting island music and crashes.
...
I'm on a journey with no destination. The path is constantly changing direction but there are always adventures to be had. "Never" and "always" have left my lexicon.