“We the mortals touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”
― Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day
Breathing to the rhythm of waves;
watch them crash and leave the shore.
They come and go just like everybody else.
xoxo,
Viktoria Jean
Viktoria Jean 
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