Strong like the ocean, moldable like the sand.

The ocean thinks that I’m weak because I collapse as easily as sand sculptures do when it waves over them.

Little does it know, that I’m more like moldable clay because I can be pulled, but I also can stand still.

– One day, I’m falling over, the next I’m standing upright. // B.L.

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