It came out of nowhere. Or maybe not. Maybe it was right there all along, just waiting for me to stop holding it in. No music. No journal. Just the tears, and then the quiet after. And in that quiet, a softness. Like my body was saying, “Thank you.
Tears can be sacred space.
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Tears can be sacred space.
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