Some broken things, in the right light, still shine. And in a perfect wind, the fragmentary might fly. But mostly we forget this and gather too closely the sharp edges to our chest – seeking solace in those pieces that are left.
Some broken things, in the right light, still shine. And in a perfect wind, the fragmentary might fly. But mostly we forget this and gather too closely the sharp edges to our chest – seeking solace in those pieces that are left.
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good morning, dear Sarah – will drop you a line today – lets catch up
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Such a beautiful picture, Sarah, and the perfect complement to this ‘prose-poem’.
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Seems just right, 🙂 Sarah
Laz
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some broken things still shine. thank goodness.
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words of wisdom, Sarah!
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