I’ve been standing by the sandbox asking that you come to the beach.
To no apparent avail. It seems. So far.
Why don’t you just turn away and go there yourself?
I should. And, I will.
You’re welcome to come along.
Or, stay in your little sandbox.
Either way, you will find me at the beach.
Unless, of course, you don’t want to find me.
Then, there’s no beach big enough or beautiful enough to get you to go.
So far.
Tomorrow is another day.
A new day.
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