A flower falls, even though we love it...
...and I'm sure now that grieving and healing are the same thing sometimes, and magic and death are the same thing sometimes, and trust and failing are the same thing sometimes.
But I wasn't a courageous child, even though I longed to be.
To love, to love, to love, even when you think the heart is exhausted by anger and fear and hurt and disappointment...To love. That is the larger task which connects us all.
Near me nothing but distances.
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