Best friend…

Sitting at a rock off Little Bay observing the waves forming in darkness, hearing them crash against the lower cliffside. Reminds me of the critic who lives within, and how often in life we do not know the benefit of being our own best friend. In reality, often enough we are the furthest person from that.

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