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Jan 5
I'm broken.
Come brave friend sing to me
Your breath sweet on my break
Hands like flowers for gentleness warm on my shattered shape
You touch the soft edges of my soul
With rivers of gold
That run  
To fill the cracks
To make me whole
Each piece I heal I glisten I grow
Beautiful.
The Japanese art of mending broken pottery.
Juliana Jones
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Juliana Jones  54/F/Australia
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