The Ripples of Precious Pebbles

We are each a precious pebble skimmed atop the waves of life. Each time we touch the water, we make ripples that extend far beyond we could ever imagine. Even after each pebble's final resting under the water, ripples remain forever in someone's heart. Sometimes they are fond memories, sometimes they are not. This is about our life's journey on earth. My desire is that these posts touch and encourage the readers.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Growing Old

And just like that layers and layers of life piled high on each other
and we had indeed 
grown old together. 


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