I know how I am, said the rock, as it listened to the sun every day. The moon too had words. The rain, the wind, the time. I know who I am. Said the rock. As it slowly slid toward the stream. The water waiting to engulf and drown the visions of tomorrow from a wayward version of today. I know who I am, said the rock as it was picked up by a young boy during the middle of the day. It was cloudy, with little much of anything to see in the way of rays, and the boy took the rock inside his home and inside his bedroom and inside his heart and mind. The rock was placed just above the boy’s head. A nook. Of mind and soul. And the rock found the he hadn’t known himself well at all, really. Not at all.
-M. Taggart
love this one
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Hi Beth ❤️
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hi –
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You never know your true potential without those around you and love. Thank you for the reminder 💜
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My pleasure!
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When I can, I love reading your writing. Always thought provoking for me. More than you even realize. So thank you for that
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That’s great to know, thank you so much! I’ve been so busy of late I haven’t written on here as much as I normally enjoy doing. Goes in waves lol Thank for the kindness.
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You’re welcome. And I have only been able to read rarely, so it makes it a little easier to keep up lol
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Very clever, love this
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thank you!
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Very clever.
A brilliant wee story 👍🖤
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