She fell down and broke apart on impact. Pieces of her clanged and scattered littering the ground.
Then came the rain. Gentle at first, pouring next, and finally a battering hailstorm.
Despite the elements she pulled herself together. As though she was built to shatter just like this under these conditions and recreate herself again and again.
Square One Notes 
How can she shine her light if she doesn’t have cracks for it to escape?
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Excellent point Kerbey! Xo
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The building back up is what makes life so precious, sis Sandra! Wonderful piece here.
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Thank you, bro!
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