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It Is A Gift

It is a gift.

An open heart

spun into ebony lace:

words.

So much more than what they seem.

The chance to see,

and believe

that anything is possible,

always.

No matter how wild the wind

on a quiet sea.

Close your eyes.

Never forget this kiss,

this treasure on the tip of your nose,

on the flat of your forehead.

It is safety, it is home.

The softness that whistles

the voice of all things.

Listen.

It is a gift.

family decorating their christmas tree
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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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