Learning to Look Thru Stained-Glass

Before I met Raul, I saw life through shattered-glass. The “why,” or “how” formulated on broken focus and jaded pieces. The cup wasn’t half-empty it was almost-gone. The grass wasn’t greener on the other side, it was brown. Life wasn’t a bowl full of...
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