we believed a bumboat would take us home. sat on the back where the thrill of wild winds and seaspray make us remember our first lessons all over again...the lost company we knew we missed but never said.
our lives are washed by the the soft fall of rain. something in us learns to live again. an unassuming truth revealed in the smiles that point to home. a second chance to listen and receive that rare peace again.
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