I am an ocean wearing away at a shore covered with fine marbles— and whenever I get tired of swaying; people remind me of how much they love me and how often they wish I would be like them.

If I were to tell you a story; you’d have to be seated around a fire beneath an old tree and the open vault of the night firmament. My eyes would be gazing into the distant night cover as it extends before us. I would hold you under the light of a thousand stars. Then I would tell you a story about Privilege…