One early evening around eightish. Hell has broken the front door, kicked and damaged yet a whirl; a smile hangs on her heart.
She had done the work.
She finds herself and with that there is a soft nudge she embraces.
Throw it out for faith can be a wonderful leap.
Ready for success, sighs in slight relief.
Each breath releasing the moments of their duty.
Plans change. She grows. Everything alive grows.
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