They have correctly identified the slide of sand
Where water does not meet boat
That slice of sand is you my heart
When the tide rises and you’re afraid you’ll drown
Hide behind your rock on that sand
Stretch out, tunnel deep and wait it out
Because the pain, like the tide, is sure to pass
And people, no people will get you through
What you yourself can’t
Tara runs this business, and eats coffee.
Image by Sneha Mohanty Photography
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