Life Shards and Crystal Vases
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Last published Mon, Nov 10, 2025
In a world of broken glass and quiet bruises, Diane learns that even the sharpest shards can still catch the light...
Diane writes her story in pieces - moments of fear and frozen silence, merged with fragments of beauty she finds in the cracks. Her memories are dark, but she's grown used to the shadows following her. Finding solace in the comforting presence of her dog, she tries to fight against the hand life has dealt her.
Her story is sad.
Sometimes beautiful.
But above all, it's real.
Will she fight through the hardships or finally crumble beneath them?
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