<p>"Anonymous"</p>
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<p>The eyes may not always see through the pain of the broken or beyond the colors that brighten and lift the creases from the past.</p>
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<p>The hands may not touch the soft places that once were hardened from the breaks of yesterday.</p>
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<p>and</p>
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<p>The soul may not always feel what was absorbed in the quiet hours of meditation.</p>
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<p>yet</p>
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<p>The anonymous becomes familiar as discovered by the loving open heart with a brilliant glow emanating through the dark spaces.</p>
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<p>This new light of love shines with glory as slowly but surely away goes the worry.</p>
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<p>Lovingly the anonymous becomes enveloped in the warmth of all that was missing, now given to the heart completely, every no is a yes.</p>
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<p>The whispers of "yes" grow loud as the fear fades to the past of never again and the anonymous has grown into the courageous spirit of "yes I can".</p>
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<p>True love has now opened the door to life hurt attempted to close and the anonymous has been lifted above the low levels of heartbreak, no longer looking for the next escape</p>