watercolour and ink on paper

The wrong game

So here is the thing, turning the tide is done with a stone of  unimaginable size.  It is not something that you or I could do, I don't know which gods, even, would have a shot at it.  The thing I need to turn is much smaller than the tide and merely requires a little application and a consistent sight on the target.  But the target blurs and I don't know if it is my eyes that are getting old, or if all these years I have been playing the wrong game.

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