We spend our lives sorting through the rubble. Some self-created and some dumped upon us. It's what we do with the scraps we glean and the order we make from the chaos that creates our beautiful facets. No single facet is the sum of our total. There are flaws in my facets, as there are flaws in yours. But I know I'm not done polishing mine. Are you?
From the ashes of Willow