A thought. A lot of thoughts. Always washing over us. Like waves on a beach, smashing against us. Like the wind through the leaves of a tree, just passing through.
Yet, where does it do they come from? What holds these thoughts before they reach us? The ocean holds the waves. What holds the breeze? What holds your thoughts?
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