What I know about living is the pain
is never just ours.
Every time I hurt I know
the wound is an echo, so I keep listening
for the moment when the grief
becomes a window,
when I can see what I couldn’t see before.
Through the glass of my most bartered dream
I watched a dandelion lose its mind
in the wind and when it did,
it scattered a thousand seeds.
-- Andrea Gibson
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