On the beach after stormy weather...

Walking along to see what the storm washed up on shore, I see this

Yes, look! It's a breast implant. Imagination could run wild with it. We could spin tales with it. Where did it come from? Who did it come from? The story developing could be furnished with all kinds of innuendo. One thing is certain though, it's a breast implant. Fake as a paid fuck.

Storms wash things to the surface that we might not want to see. NotSee, not naivete, but ignorance. Naivete doesn't know...what ignorance does.

Ignorance prefers to look the other way, while naivete takes everything at face value.

Sometimes a good storm forces a view of reality. Upheaval, mixing things up, causing chaos, storms show no quarter. Like the laws of nature, it takes no prisoners. Yet when the storm is over, the sun shines brighter than before.

May your days shine bright and storms be few. May your experiences and the people you meet be real...Real as toothpaste, not breast implants. They are out there, just don't be ignorant.

Be blessed with grace, love, and joy <3