I am my own

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Category: patience

  • There was a woman  who saw the world as unprotected,  she sensed people’s pain, and gifted them  the quiet place  they deserved. She understood  some hearts  need space,  so, she would  be,  stitching a length of days, watching silent moments  pass.  She let  the breezes drift;  let the sunshine warm,  and let  the rain cleanse …