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One day she woke up and understood her heart had been crying for more than love, her heart had been crying for what was…and what wasn’t…and for things that should have been forgotten long ago.


She put on her red dress and stepped into the garden outside her door…Inside her heart…the one she planted when she was a child. Her tears no longer watered things that were dead, they watered soft green tender shoots of dreams and visions remembered.


In the quiet softness of her mind in the quiet softness of her heart she heard an unmistakable Thank You