Tonight, I am broken hearted. But, in these tears I will bathe a new beginning and grieve lessons learned. I will raise a glass to feigned bravery and friends that hold my chin high until I find the strength to stand with shoulders back and a heart eager again for the sun. In the meantime, I will sort through these pieces and sew seams with snowflakes and twine. I will seek wisdom from the bough that is broken and I will plant a stronger tree in its place.
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