When
hoping for
a
lucky roll of the dice,
get things ready.
Consider
possibilities
both close and far away.
Connect
sea to sky.
Feel
the pull
of the swirling wind, far
from
anything that could be.
Collide
with awkwardness
two and a half feet wide
and six feet high.
Soft
pedal what happened,
mentally outlining repairs.
Label
intensity.
Plan
on falling in love.
Hold
back
the
ravages of time.
In
the aftermath of purpose,
become a whisper.
Source: Chapter 11-12, Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks
Source: Chapter 11-12, Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks
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