Summer ‘22, Day 31

Even as words inspire me, I grow tired of writing them. Is it because the wave of my words only crests softly while others crash and roar? Why am I doing this, writing little waves? Will I look up one day and discover a tsunami? And if I don’t, will perhaps one little wave of mine reach someone? Will I reach them?

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