In this past year, I’ve come to see hardship in the same way I’ve seen snow. We fall, struggle, mix with the earthiest parts of ourselves, and melt into puddles of who we are or who we once were.
I Am One Mother, Reaching for the Sun
A poem by Kara Lawler.
The Importance of This
This (not my to-do list) is all that matters, I thought, on this beautiful morning.
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