A Dog sitting on the sand alone with the breeze and waves π. He is forlorn and watching the sun up until this point away It's like sitting tight for it to light really expecting something will come out that help him for the day to wrap up. In our life we continuously sitting tight for something that occasionally we to ourselves know that it's difficult however we are trusting hanging tight for it. It's hard and in no way, shape or form simple.
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