Wandering With Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.


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The sparkled sea.


“As the sea swallowed the sun once more, a tear fell from her eye and dissolved into the sand beneath us.
“What is it, why the tears?”, I asked 
and with a smile that nearly leaped across her cheeks,
she answered: “Here comes the moon.”

I knew that moment that it is and always will be the simple things that plant the most phenomenal truths inside us.”

– Christopher Poindexter