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doesn’t ever struggle, it just rolls in and rolls out. Easy peasy. It doesn’t listen to the moon. If the moon’s with it, great. If not, that's OK too. Over the sand, the seaweed, the rocks, the castles built in vain. Out it goes, and then here it comes again. Everything in balance going where it wants to go. Log in the way? Go around it or over it, maybe under it. Cold or warm, it doesn’t matter. Persistence is its game. Sometimes it’s soft and easy. Sometimes it’s rough, but you live with it. That’s the way it is. One wave after another after another after another. Never stop. Kiss the beach and return to the sea.
