She was not chosen. Not anymore. Broken on the 33rd parallel, she was no longer chosen. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, she was no longer chosen. Love stopped choosing her.
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The silence grew loud…
The emptiness heavy…
The anger tenacious.
But it didn’t start that way. Love was beautiful. Love was kind. Love was patient. Love was vulnerable. In the days of light and mercy, love melted into her with unscathed passion on a beautiful summer day.