A rock on the beach takes a lot of abuse from waves, tides, storms, harsh sun, frozen temperatures but still stands. This one is quad colored from centuries of time.
At times I feel like this Rock, alone and beaten but still here. Living in this man made Clown World with little visual resistance to world tranny.
Teaming up with nature by taking walks dissolves the emptiness, We are never alone in nature.
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