The tracks we leave in the sand are mirrors to who we really are. We are temporary, shifting, eroding away in time, just as everything else is too.
The small covered the large, and we become layers and layers of tracks over time, each of us crossing some path that has been crossed before.
Sometimes we see something and we have no idea what it might be, or where it came from, and we forget to follow those tracks back to the beginning, or we forget to stay with them until the end.
But we all leave, in some way, and perhaps here, tracks in the sand.
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great work Mike!
From the looks of the tracks from my perspective. I'd have to say the tires ran over the raccoon after the raccoon ate the snake. ;)
Nor, in point of fact, do those of us who have studied history, support these sort of stupid military adventure made by those who avoided conflict when it was their neck on the line.
Yeah, I would wish Nam on Bush, if it would save four thousand American lives.
Gladly.
And there is always the possibility he might not have come back, and we would be in the second term of a president named Jeb. Yikes.
that is scary.