“Every smooth stone scattered along the beach is the result of years of pummeling, buffeting and tumbling by the tides and waves and storms. Hold it gently. It’s been through a lot. Remember that the next time you meet a gentle soul.”  ~Jim Wern


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  1. My sister is a gentle soul. She and I collect rocks from the beach, sometimes falling into the ocean because we want the ones that haven’t surrendered to the sandy shores yet.


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