The Garden
Faith
The Story
She appeared suddenly and startled me.
Each flower that came before her had reflected something obvious, but not this one.
Still, there was something tender about her.
A flower in prayer?
As I tried to see myself in her, vulnerability burned in my chest.
The silence deepened, yet something persisted.
Like a tendril reaching beyond the darkness, something within me still leaned toward the light.
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