'Nora: You see, there are some people that one loves, and others that perhaps one would rather be with.'
- The Doll's House, Henrik Ibsen
In a room of opaque darkness,
a sweet light pierces through.
Hope overshadows, overwhelms;
Despair lingers with a fading grip,
as Autumn leaves wither at Winter's greeting.
"Who is like unto Thee?"
Moving on from impulsive reaction (leave those to chemicals),
into heart-full, mind-full response.
Behind that effortless stroke,
is a history of hard work, heart work.
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