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Solace

The weary finds solace in the dead of night, where, in the stillness, hearing only one’s own heart, comes absolution: that no matter how beaten, tired and bruised, it beats —  slowly, quietly, but loud enough for even a frantic mind to hear — and fights to see another dawn.

Text from my writings, 2010. Picture from our trip to PA, July 2016

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