Never take anything for granted, thinking that the very same waves will wash the shore again, over and over. It never will, for the same waves never kisses its soil twice. When it has gone, you have missed it.
Just like….
The sky when it rolls, retreats, and cries so swiftly.
Every sunrise, when it drapes on the horizon in the morning.
The stars when they breath life into every black midnight.
Time, when the clock strikes, and a minute is no longer a minute.
The leaves of a tree, when it lets go of the branches it has always called home.
Never take anything for granted.
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