12/29/2025
Rooted in the sands of time, watching the skies and the tides roll by.
A beacon of light, the sun, fading into the shadows of night. The stillness of self is an erie sight, not meant for a stagnant life.
Salt of the earth we rise above the waters and conquer the waves!
No longer tethered to the fear of eternity; embracing the unknown thrill of . . .