About words… and action…

“Conversation between rock and seaweed… Weed: I love you…, Rock: But, I can’t breathe…, Weed: No, it’s all fine, a beautiful day, and I love you…, Rock: But, you have taken over all my space, my access to the warmth of the sun, the invigorating sea breeze…, Weed: No, you are so strong and gentle, and most importantly, I love you and we are so happy…” – At the beach in Palmar, East Coast of Mauritius