We Are Fragile, We Are Damaged, But We Are Strong.

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We tend, often, to imagine ourselves as fragile.
As not much more than a bead of air, floating aimlessly, perhaps without purpose.
Submitting ourselves to whatever fresh current next sweeps us along.
Expecting, inevitably, that snag, that tear, that deluge, that pop.
Then, taking note of our damage, we shrink, we burrow, we hide, we surrender

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