When Wounds Begin to Speak
The Grace of Separating the Stones
Sometimes the weight we carry is made of invisible stones, gathered from old wounds and sorrows that were never ours to hold. Over time, their stories become so woven into our own that we forget the woman beneath them. And somewhere in the quiet of finding her again, a tender whisper rises: “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to come and find you.”
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