“But you were my rock, never my stepping stone.”
Sometimes, Reality pushes us flat on our faces. Sometimes, this means we have to move on when we would rather stay. Sometimes this means that we have to leave our rocks, but before we go, we should always remind them that they were always more than just stepping stones.
"Harbour Lights" by A Silent Film
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Speculations of an Artistic Mind: Jane's Thoughts
Non-FictionEveryone has thoughts. These ones are mine.
