The Way of Things

Breath brushed against disaster.
Right cheek conversed with the one adjacent
And this time the lines of communication were clear...
This verity was not as comforting as she hoped clarity would be...
And all of a sudden the walls were caving in.
The pavement was dismembering beneath her toes just as leaves melting from tree limbs...and yet she was blissful in this winter’s warmth.
Although she knew the jagged shards from a foundation unsure would surley pierce her soles, she knew they were not her core...
And she would prevail.
Stronger.
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