Have you ever watched the ocean on a dark and windy day, and realised that our lives are nothing more than foam blowing off the rocks, into the ether. All that fussing, for what...
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Where i live that’s my view and yes on many windy foggy dark And dreary days and nights watched the waves and my small boat being tossed back and forth. Hoping it will be there after the storm. In a way the boat is like many lives riding out life’s storms.
