and who gave that cat no chance? I posed to her these ponderings and asked her for a dance. And so it was that philosophy out-jostled social wit, and even with the blandest badinage you can be well read and writ. There may have been no sunset fandango but I'm happy with my lit.
We sail along on a boundless ocean each ripple a life which ruptures the shoal. Meager from mass skies, we seem so small til our gentle sway makes giants of us all. For when ripples touch, they expand and fill like our hearts which invite and imbibe love. From connections, we seem greater from above and to make great waves just one ripple's enough. Beyond the surface we hold hidden depths— memories swim along the ocean floor, which live on long, in love's sentimental lore fondly retold through time for evermore. So take strength in the ever-constant tide, with each ripple made, our wave will never die.