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Buried within our chests lie shards of glass But who shattered them? Perhaps that answer no longer matters, For the weight of pulling it out still rests on us.
Grandma told her stories over a cup of tea. Tea. Warm, fragrant and comforting. She picked her favorite cup and saucer- Blue, floral; that sat pretty on the white tablecloth.