We all share traits. But we are also islands. Searching for lighthouses and combing our beaches for messages in bottles, desperate for the same message in soggy paper or flashing lights: that we are not alone and we are loved.
Lately I don’t feel as alone. I know there is at least one kin soul out there.
And I’d launch a whole fleet of paper boats and notes sealed in bottles to her beach, letting her know that she need never be alone.