We are but small pebbles in the midst of a big storm, rolling, rolling, until we fall into the great void. On the way we hold on to our memories, our feelings, our fears, our hopes. Sometime, for a few seconds, we encounter peace. It does not last, pebbles are not made to rest.
Photo: Böcklin, Toteninsel
Very nice. But I want the peace to last. 🙂
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Well written.
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Beautiful.
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