Tears fall, splattering onto the tips of the grass… morning dew, born from long-held sadness. Feelings pour down, like a heavy spring rain, like healing water… washing, softening, making room for something new. Emotions. Feelings. Hurt and pain. Frustration built too long, anger, resentment… all of it gathering, until it has nowhere left to go.… Continue reading Where Tears Become Gardens
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