beana7

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There are no bandages for the heart. The heart, when wounded, is an open, exposed wound. But that is what it must be, in order for the one with the right skill and love to hold it together and let it heal itself. The heart cannot be bandaged, for bandages hide the hurt, and love must be open and vulnerable to grow. So let the wound experience the sunlight and there air. Don't let it hide and fester. The cure to an aching heart is no thing, but a someone.

turbine

Round and round and round and round, endless cycle none to be found. Sweeping arms spin round and round, chasing wind, water, life across the ground. Working hard yet never moving, frozen in life's pursuit.

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on this day 7 years ago

Beana7 wrote about nutrition
“The gritty, grey bread wasn't exactly her ideal breakfast, but in the face of another day of howling hunger, it was better than nothing. Nutritious? Not really. Filling? More so between her teeth tha…”

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