A found heart.
See how it shines, having created itself, formed from what was lost and deflated.
See how strange is this world where rubbish can become revelation.
See how a leafless tree can flower with a message, if you get the right angle and look with open eyes.
See what is offered freely.
You cannot demand that the world serves up love when you need it, but you can, always, give thanks when you find it.
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