Softened by time
Tumbling thru salt, sand, sea, and time. Jagged edges softened by the journey.
Living inside a small shell, moving slowly, so slow it’s almost indiscernible. Time.
Your hands can heal.
September.
Empath.
Where do I find it? What will it be? Slowly moving into the path of some unknown destiny.
Wait for it. The edges are softening as each moment passes.
The glass is about to emerge from the sea, beautiful turquoise softness…
AM Bradio 
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