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How brave you are to sit and breathe.

So many sad memories try to choke the breath with their cold, boney fingers.

The breath is blue in color—left alone.

Yet, you face these heavy, unforgiving moments in time with love—over and over and over and over again.

The sadness melts away slowly and you are left kissed with the color of a new sunset.

The color of love.

How brave you are to grip and soften the white knuckles of those memories—over and over and over and over again.

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