realism.

“This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess.”

- Rainer Maria Rilke

And there - as the gray mist of her bedroom turned to a stormy blue - a world began to explode. Seeping from the sheets to the very corners of the room hidden behind dressers and chairs. Where sadness transforms into beauty, a reminder of what is real. She delighted in her solitude and let her vulnerable heart take flight. Until the dust on the window sill began to sparkle and the fan began to sing. Pillows danced around her and lines of poetry and life intertwined in the most miraculous of ways.

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