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  • When you love someone, you do not love them all the time,
    in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an
    impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is
    exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in
    the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at
    the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid
    it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration,
    on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as
    in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that
    the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but
    partners in the same pattern.

    Anne Morrow Lindbergh, in Gift From the Sea

    Tide’s out.

    I search

    for colored rocks.

    I discover


    one pink

    granite stone,

    in the wet sand

    shaped like

    a heart.


    I offer it

    to you

    in gratitude,


    and great love.

    (Photograph by Alex)
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