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Aug 2010
Tonight I walked with the waves.
I walked to the end of the pier,
just to say
              hello.

Usually the water is frightening, and
tonight was no different.

I said
"Why keep going? It might be dangerous."
But just then, and absurd thought
crossed my mind.



Why not?



Kept walking.
When I got to the end, I
stopped.
I listened.
   I listened to the waves
       inhale, and exhale.

"Thank you." I said.
Because even now, as I sit here and write
      in the dark.
I know you will always be there for
me.

Through everything.
Through the
fist fights, the
   arguments, the
      break ups, the
         divorces, and the
            injuries
after every one is gone,
you will still be here.

And when I am old, and frail,
and full of
   memories
we will always remember the night
I walked with the waves.


Thank you.
Written by
Keith Johnson
491
   Sav Bean
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