The winds of pain sculpt our ever-changing emotional
landscape and through years of howling over our essence and echoing in our
ears, transforms us into the beautiful masterpiece that we become. We can
lament on being the solid piece of beginning stone, or we can look in
appreciation to the wonderful monument we have become.
©Feb 23, 2011 ~ DBC
PHOTO: photo is a random find on the internet
PHOTO: photo is a random find on the internet
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