and then...
testaments of a heart alive
Monday, January 03, 2005
Sand
The sands blown by the wind travel far, though unnoticable as they part ways and become mere tiny specks. And as a speck the sand waits until again it is blown to its place and is able to signifiy beauty once again.
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