Pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the noon sky in her eyes.

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We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
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I’m not sure of much, but one thing is for certain, and it’s the way new life always grows out of a broken foundation in such soft and quiet bravery. So be soft and be kind and be beautiful. Grow trees out of your wounds and breathe sweet oxygen. Brush through the coarse parts of your heart with the greenest grass and untangle your pain, one gentle movement at a time. You are allowed to have peace. You are allowed to give, take, and become great love.
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I’m not sure of much, but one thing is for certain, and it’s the way new life always grows out of a broken foundation in such soft and quiet bravery. So be soft and be kind and be beautiful. Grow trees out of your wounds and breathe sweet oxygen. Brush through the coarse parts of your heart with the greenest grass and untangle your pain, one gentle movement at a time. You are allowed to have peace. You are allowed to give, take, and become great love.