
And there I sat on the beach alone when your mama picked you up and you starting crying saying that you didn’t want the water.
Water. A life source - a purification system.
Water. An overwhelming force of unknown strength.
Water brings both growth and destruction.
You didn’t want it.
Real tears. Shred from your face while you clenched her arm. She stood by the water and said. Do you trust me? I will never let anything bad happen to you.
Life will happen, water will come and sometimes it will revitalize and sometimes it will destroy you.
Trust will do the same.
Love will do the same.


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