Grace

One of things I think about, are the memories of the time, when I was very little and in a very big situation.

I remember that I would feel very calm and composed even if everything around me felt so wrong and strange. I vividly remember those moments, and even as I grow older, I haven’t found more strength in anyone, even in myself, as I do in that person I was.

I find warmth, protection and cosmic calmness in that person, who could hold herself with grace.

I am grateful that she is part of me, or I am hers.

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