Echoed Respite.

Tethers are suppressed to end when you have nothing left, but this land keeps going and without respite.

But go on I must, lesser souled have given up and forgotten what it is all for.

I mutter in the back of my mind that despite there being a goal, it is the ground under our feet that makes us, shapes us and humbles us.

In the end the journey will spit us exactly where we need to be and not a moment before or after.

So here I sit on this beach, feeling the assortment of stones under my feet and listening to the tide rake the shore for its take.

This is where I am meant to be, eyeing the horizon, with you by my side and understanding that whatever got me to this point, you are both journey and destination.

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I love you baby and Happy Birthday!

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