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To love without suffering, where once you wept broken
is to walk barefoot through fields of glass,
because now the wilderness has taken over,
where once there were walls, and windows.
Wildflowers grow here, sparkling between the shards,
and trusting,
you pluck a garland,
constantly surprised to be still unharmed.
But even the flowers have no thorns.