Notice… how time moves in waves
Like water at the beach
Slow, until the sand shifts
That soothing spritz
Tickles your feet, as the water retreats
As it always has done
You are already one
With both the water and the sand
Understand?
WarriorCarryingWater
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Time, water, and sand
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