Softness is listening to the song Blue Moon by the mavericks, feeling trickles of water slide down all my barriers, working slowly, methodically and continously to wear away the stony barriers I established to care for my heart until I was healed enough to truly try again to find love.
I can see light break through...
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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