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the word, changed

when I draw this word in the sand, it changed with the time, the softening wind and the tides — the movement of the world changed that story told, finger in sand. And story became something wondrously new and alive — until: it vanished. “I wrote the...

THE WANDERER | METAPHOR IN EXPLORATIONS

I’ve been thinking about my path, your pathway, the wander, the wonder. And I’ve been contemplating that — the journal, journey — in the sharing community. Content, containment, contentment: found. A Wanderer stone, drawn on hardened clay,...