Somebody once said, to be strong is to let go. I can’t remember who, or where or when. Or even remember if it was someone I knew.
It’s funny how words can watermark your soul, yet faces or voices are harder to recall. Like cotton candy breath that fades with the sun or an early morning dew that seeps into the earth.
I try to remember who it was, but I can’t. Perhaps they let me go.
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