Comfort when the grains of sand seem to leak in timeless hands. I thought I had a cup, and then I saw the sea. It’s how you move in it that says how far you will be going. And we’re here for the love of swimming. The horizon we will never reach, but we can see what was up front stand below our feet. To look at a tall mountain from down up as we slowly make it go the other way around. And there’s a flavor to just how one makes it happen, we learn with trails walked so that the years can be of one’s great prize, and there are times it takes a stumble to be conquering the heights. As we’re greeted to see all with eyes of new, in realizing this is how we started, testing shapes and combinations, some of which we use to express our senses. There are manners to make art a way of sight, as a walk around the park can be an art form of a kind.
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