Mounds of words tumble and spread through my mind this morning like speckled, colourful pebbles polished by waves washing up or falling back at the shores of any beach at high tide or low tide
rustling with conversations
but never showing themselves
until the water recedes
leaving them quiet and still
waiting for the next wave
to instil them with the energy to speak.
“A gem cannot be polished without friction,
nor a man perfected without trials.”
~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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