Fine Sand

And she’ll always slip through your fingers like too fine sand ground by life. Ground by laughing too hard and grieving too dark. Eroded by the water falling from her eyes and the storms raging in her mind. Carried away by the gentle touch of the people she’s loved and the plundering hands of burglars […]

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The Book of Moods
How I Turned My Worst Emotions Into My Best Life

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