The whistling wind changes
direction with each gust, unpredictable with its temperature as are the strings of life. The unknown is the thrill it brings with it. A child like grin as you stare at the beginning being pulled by the strings of life. Embracing whatever the results is part of the feeling of living may bring tears of emotion for seeing, absorbing pain or unexpected joy in the bones. One never knows what will be felt from the tug of the strings of life. December 26, 2018 © Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2018
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