She found hearts everywhere and in everything; it was as if they sought her.
She saw them in clouds and photographed them. She collected thousands of heart shaped rocks and arranged them in spirals and circles of love.
Heart shaped leaves and flower petals fell at her feet and she placed them gently in mandalas that the wind carried away.
And she found my heart; scarred and weary. She held it and awakened a softness and tender courage that had been sleeping too long.
I gave my heart joyfully, but I guess it didn't belong in her collection.
Out of kindness she let me down slowly, forgetting that time isn't real...
❤️
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