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Briskly traveled from river to road lines smoothed and grooved etched a story on you How ever could it be that you made your way to me You made your imprint inside of me A collection of stones is all we really have Gathered where estuaries meet along our path Some stay forever engrained into our being Some are just along for a ride waiting listening Love every stone collected along the way Celebrate the day when we are able to throw them back from whence they came
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Pocket full of stones
Briskly traveled from river to road lines smoothed and grooved etched a story on you How ever could it be that you made your way to me You made your imprint inside of me A collection of stones is all we really have Gathered where estuaries meet along our path Some stay forever engrained into our being Some are just along for a ride waiting listening Love every stone collected along the way Celebrate the day when we are able to throw them back from whence they came
Been waiting for my feeling of flow and inspiration to return. Amen to a day long awaited
shaewall
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
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