This year is supposed to be good. Wine, road trips and roses, strawberries with cream and sun, friends and dogs and feeling loved.
I sink into my sofa to read books, to tired to take on the world. I pick out a journal in soft leather to document my year of jubilee. I read the Book of Job:
Put your ear to the earth - learn the basics.
Listen - the fish in the ocean will tell you their stories.
I'm missing a part of me and I walk alone like a warrior queen, magnificent and sad, with a diamond core.
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