Rosebud reminiscence
I couldn’t have known then that growth is only infrequently something we have the courage to choose for ourselves.
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I couldn’t have known then that growth is only infrequently something we have the courage to choose for ourselves.
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Covid-19 has polarized our viewpoints, and categorized us into cheap boxes: there’s this camp, and that. Hello, four cardboard walls.
I have never seen a man’s back worn to shreds by a cruel whip, but I have seen crisscrossed lines of despair in the wrists of a friend.
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I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.
I love you.
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