I am the book sitting by the ocean, you, the rustling wind, flipping through all the pages of me, reading the words you weren't suppose to see.
We all walk different paths. I walked the path of woods. He swam through the river. She climbed the mountains. They crossed the fields.
They are all journeys.
Journeys through different things.
All the same, all the different.
The most important thing perhaps is still the contentment and happiness we all discover and pick up along the path. :)
P/s: Currently obsessed with names for babies. xP
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