The night was as it always was, captured in wishes, yearning for a miracle to deliver more than wanting, more than a tearful holiday begging for a self that was right, not wrong. She came in a dream of angels, a space between whispers. "Take heart, little one, for I am you one day, the self in your mind, the truth not captured in mirrors, the true self realized. ©November 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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