Have you ever kicked the sand at the beach when the water is clear and you can see the bottom? That's what just happened. What are the odds he would pop up again and kick my sand? I can't see the bottom anymore.
I hunted for treasure on the sea floor, and found nothing but an empty vastness of sand. Suddenly my vision is cluttered and I feel like there is hope yet to find that buried treasure. I like the hope, but I wonder if as I search in the murky water, that I'll lose it. I fear that as the sand settles again, I'll remember that vast emptiness of settled sand. And that that's how things will stay.
I can't lose hope. That gold is out there, somewhere. I just need to dig.
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