The beach of life
Johnclarestokes
We take our special beach chairs and find a good spot. We settle in for the parade of our lives passing by. The new mother in the joy of her child to the singular old man in his thoughts. In between the varying stages of girth and gait. And we rise from our chairs to join the never ending parade, becoming to the spectators their own images of admiration, longing and loathing all taking our place in the journey.
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