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Find a place of peace

As if you become a pebble,

In a babbling brook

Being washed over,

By the stream we know as life,

Knowing at some point

That stream may become

A raging river, but still we will stay rooted,

Very much within our base

Knowing though, no matter how strong the river,

Know matter, how powerful the current may get,

That if we allow it to wash over us

As we do when it’s calm,

At some point we will return,

To the calmer waters which rippled as before

That our peace will have been maintained.

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