There's little known of the drag moments of one's life insomuch as these tend to remain in the long shadows of shame, discontent, regret, simple confusion, or complex grief--far too secret items in the agenda that is a person's existence, for the most part, that is.
What fragmented soul would not revere the sun cascading down the silver sea in little multiple sparks of tangible energy forming a path of light, swaying but tenacious, draining through the horizon into a world beyond our grasp?
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