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Sea glass
What good is there in an anchor if it has no strength to hold. What good is any story if it remains untold. What good is peace within us if it does not emit, making sea glass from the riptides and love from threads of hate. What good is climbing mountains if you cannot see the view. Or if every aching step you take does not not make they you more you. What good is any miracle, those seas that rise and part if they do not change and rearrange the contents of our heart. What good are we as travelers here at the flimsy and of our rope if we cannot fall a thousand times, believing still in hope.
© Anderson
© Anderson
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