The chief looked to the horizon, forever surveying the movement of water. All life was cataloged in its molecules, and the chief never tired of reading its memories. There was a comfort to living in this slow time of stone where stasis reminded people who passed by that there is a lingering but also a letting go. The water, forever rocking against the hard stone eroded centuries and not minutes.
The chief had seen it all. He had watched the reckless shatter against his chest. The mighty who would defeat fall back into the belly of the womb as though returning to the beloved without choice. And, he had seen love, oh yes, he had seen love.
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AND LOVE REQUITED NEVER DISAPPOINTED—-OR DOES IT?
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READ ON THERE, MCDUFF! 😀
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Thanks for sharing Alethea’s post 🙂
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My pleasure! 😀
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Yes, thank you for sharing 🙂
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My pleasure, Alethea ❤
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Thank you for your post!
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Thank you, Sue ❤
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