The shape of things is always changing.
What you thought was round suddenly becomes triangular,
what you thought would fit suddenly becomes
Growth happens, even when you feel dormant.
And somehow, you suddenly find yourself blooming
in bright bold colors.
Change. Resilience. Tenacity.
Each fragile flower holds all of these in her heart.
Along with a tiny ray of sun.
It’s all there, waiting.
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