I stopped by the beach to watch the waves, but there was nothing to see. At first, I turned away. But then I stayed and noticed what was there.
How often does what we hope for not arrive? The answer. The prayer. The perfect time to decide.
Absent the waves, I turned to the horizon. The rising sun hung low. A ribbon of orange and yellow joined contrasting …
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