Gentle

“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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