<html aria-label="message body"><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><p class="ydpcf035e74yiv7029454649MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 22px;">I know this world is far from perfect.<br>I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.<br>I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.<br>But every ocean has a shoreline<br>and every shoreline has a tide<br>that is constantly returning<br>to wake the songbirds in our hands,<br>to wake the music in our bones,<br>to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river<br>that has to run through the center of our hearts<br>to find its way home.</p><p class="ydpcf035e74yiv7029454649MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Andrea Gibson</p></div></body></html>