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fault line

My favorite kind of flowers look so dainty and frail - and yet, have somehow risen up through concrete cracks from ashes and dust. Bent on finding light.

becoming land

Have you ever considered that this sacred, soul-shaping role that we have been gifted is the opportunity of a lifetime?