"A stone, cast into the sea, slowly falling towards the depth creates a ripple an everlasting effect, an ongoing touch. always growing, getting bigger, stronger. Are we the stone or the ripple. The stone, falling asleep on the bed of the ocean quietly dreaming of the sun touched earth and breeze of wind. its quiet down here, its beyond peaceful down here, alone she weeps, silence she encores.Or the ripple, forever lasting, tired of the journey through the walk way of the sea. Where is my destination and when will i get there. Oh shrew me, shrew me sister wave. carry me the rest of this tiring way. for i am just a ripple made of water, created by a stone. Which one are we, or are we both. Justin Johnson
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