A Return To Innocence

Vulnerability

“I dislike no longer getting to wear my ring.

Am I just supposed to let my finger be bare?

Having lost its symbolic pure blue-lustered labrodorite last night reminds me of when my pendant’s chain broke suddenly, exactly when it was time to allow my Z her passing.

‘Circles must open to release what’s been contained, and to allow new love to enter.'”

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