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Change and it's tides

By June 8, 2019 No Comments

My family always retire home for Christmas. The journey buds quiet but crescendos as we causerie over the changes that have dotted our small town.
My father would then tell his story of change and it’s tide.
There was this mountain that stood boisterous but night came with its high tides and nibbled it away. A man born this hour, a man dead the next, a man with more pennies this hour, a man with less the next, but the man with virtue in his heart never waivers; Change becomes his ally, but sifts cosmetic patriots and bares their undergarments.


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