She stands alone. The air cold and winds harsh. She did nothing to protect herself, too hurt to move her body. Her mind numbed and her heart shattered as if glass. A sudden weight lands on her shoulders, catching her off guard and forces her to turn around. One by one, others stepped out the shadows, offering warmth, comfort and love. Arms wrapped around her cold, numb body, warming her and her soul. Her bitter cold snow of her pain bloomed into beautiful warm buds of her support. The shards removed from her heart and eyes, showing her the beauty of the love around her. Bitterness lost in the warmth, she strides forward into endless fields of her blooming support. Others stand with her, hand in hand, as they walk to a better present. They too have recovered from the bitter, harsh, cold winds.
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