Beauty doesn't have to be about anything. What's a vase about? What's a sunset or a flower about? What, for that matter, is Mozart's Twenty-third Piano Concerto about?

As each person's sandal hits the pier, a sociolinguistic transformation from cruiser to tourist is effected.

When in pain, I only close my eyes and say; Lord touch me and I'll be healed;
If someone mocks and puts me down,
I only calm myself and ask Lord forgiveness;  
And when I feel helpless, I just smile and say... 
 
Thank you Lord,, for making me more stronger, 
To standing still for my fight,  to not giving up, 
But to keep on moving  and continue this race."

Written By Abby Elliott

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