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by Oriah Mountain Dreamer It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, And if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you … Continue reading
My father does not swim. I’m not old enough to walk yet; my sister is a toddler. Balancing me on his arm, and holding her by the hand, He walks into the waves. My father loves the ocean.