#FridayPictureShow ~ Week 13
The waves crash around me with force, but they cannot penetrate my hold as I am of stone and mortar. Still they persist, breaking against me with a magnitude of force. I laugh at their feeble attempt to take me down. The water shatters against me, pounding, banging and begging for me to let it in. I refuse to give into the request. The waves anger; they become enraged with me not allowing them purchase. They rise against me, higher and higher, looking for my one imperfection—I have none. Harder they rush around me with spray reaching my summit.
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