The neon bucket is washed away on the beach and the bottom lip begins to pout a bit. Yet, a seagull has landed a few feet before my eyes. Gee, he feels a bit lost at this moment in time, too. And, then the sun beams a ray of hope. By then, my fine feathered friend and I have both started to take that walk along the moist sand. Even a seagull knows that mother nature rules the change in everything and everyone.
- SHB :)
(Speculation can be spoken. Or, maybe the best speculation a person can have, is what they keep within...Gotta fly with the seagulls, my friend, JB)
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ReplyDeleteThe neon bucket is washed away on the beach and the bottom lip begins to pout a bit. Yet, a seagull has landed a few feet before my eyes. Gee, he feels a bit lost at this moment in time, too. And, then the sun beams a ray of hope. By then, my fine feathered friend and I have both started to take that walk along the moist sand. Even a seagull knows that mother nature rules the change in everything and everyone.
- SHB
:)
(Speculation can be spoken. Or, maybe the best speculation a person can have, is what they keep within...Gotta fly with the seagulls, my friend, JB)
I see it everywhere I go. I go back to using actual information rather than guessing what it might be.
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