Life, is like the coming and going
of an oceans tide. At each days end,
the tide, life, recedes and only a portion
returns the next day. Until finally, the
last of life recedes into a foggy mist,
that disappears into the light that
is hope.


© Joe Fazio

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio

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