Once again, another Summer holds up its mirror and the reflection sees itself and says, “I am bruised, but not broken. See where time has folded, creased, and torn apart years to paste them on a face colored by the sun of so many summers, blasted by wild winter winds, licked clean by spring rains, lit by the soft shadows of a harvest moon." This face no longer lives among empty hearts waiting to be filled with a sweeter liquor, nor does it live with closed minds once thought forever sealed: Now it splits and opens to every destiny that travels like a wayfarer seeking comfort for just a night, then disappears as the thin mist of morning falls over it."
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Regular rest is necessary for renewal!
Thank you for restacking this, @Geraldine A. V. Hughes