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You said, that I have a heart of gold. I just smiled because I know that since the dawn of our time you have broken it so many times; shattered it into oodles of pieces which I tried to repair - time after time, then it could no longer resemble its true self. It became something different, some kind of kintsugi artifact, something golden, yet something hard: completely useless for its predestination.

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Date: 9/25/2020 1:40:00 PM
your last line has me thinking ... I love Kintsugi philosophy in this throw-away world, to make something last so long even when it does not function like it was meant is enhanced in beauty..the heart is resilient that way but it knows it could shatter easier so it perhaps needs to beat at a slower pace, less volume, or maybe new vessels that won't break it again; Enjoyed your write :)
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