“I walked slowly out on the beach.
A few yards below high-water mark I stopped and read the words again:
WRITE YOUR WORRIES ON THE SAND.
I let the paper blow away, reached down and picked up a fragment of shell.
Kneeling there under the vault of the sky, I wrote several words, one above the other.
Then I walked away, and I did not look back. I had written my troubles on the sand.
The tide was coming in.”
- Arthur Gordon
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