In stillness I pondered from what storm had you emerged? Your crystalline face a reminder of what can be made when struggle falls in love with hope, when pain loses itself in possibility, when brokenness wraps its arms around itself. Staring through my nakedness you saw what could never be clothed, what I had never been willing to undress. Your love was relentless scooping up the buried pieces broken in my fight to defy essential wholeness and the heart it was made to win.
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