the wind blowing an icy chill,
waves rippling beneathe my feet
a thought occurred to me:
Life is the meaning of Life.
It's the only answer that has ever
made any sense.
I wanted to share this with you
so I sent you a message.
Your response:
"Love it."
My reply to you:
"Glad you dig it. Listening to the
waves and watching them roll
beneathe me is as close to
church as I get. They're crashing
right now."
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