Out on the beach the dunes seem eternal, land follows the lead of the waves. But the water is stronger and will be there when dark clouds beckon and the wind starts to rise. After the storm the waves turn to gentle, they’ll rock you off for a sleep. But the dunes have ceded to the water, been picked up and now they are gone. So when we feel at the heights of our power it would be wise to remember the sand. When confronting the sea don’t expect to win, just keep shifting and in quiet return.
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