Category: crossroads
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Sea glass
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…
AM Bradio 