A shore, but clear, crystal observed in both air and wrapping waves lapping upon the empty beach. But, there below, footsteps, leading away, and I'm awarded to trace them from origin to destination and have that journey enfolded. And each turn burnt, And I catch their scars, And each stride struck And I note bruises sore. And as I follow those padding prints I am still awarded more by the choice I chose to follow on or to turn back to my own choices ahead. And because of that route I endured and the knowledge assured provides a mapped path around the scarring and bruising designed for me.
Charles Dickens, English author and critic, died today in 1870.
Les Paul, American guitarist, songwriter and luthier, was born today in 1915.
EmpathyLab’s annual Empathy Day is observed today.
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