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Feb 2018
Pieces of me left in the streams of tears.
No longer be able to find them, I cried.
Then I saw a pan with small pieces of gold.
I started to collect gold until my tears faded away.

I melted the pieces of gold and shaped them
To cover the missing pieces of me.
I then looked at my reflection in the stream.
I am broken but more beautiful than ever with shimmers of gold.
kintsukuroi - "to repair with gold"
an understanding that something is more beautiful having been broken
LeBobbe
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   Samantha
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