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I have had time and

distance

to consider all of this. 

Separation has allowed me to become

cold and

analytical

about this tear in the fabric. 

And I,

bitter as I always was,

wish sometimes that it would fall down.

That need would come into the equation once more. 

But,

I have accepted

that I plucked a seed from my garden,

given it to one who would nurture it

and see it grow. And I can't begrudge them

if circumstances saw to it

that I would not be able to share in the harvest.

I have to believe that my

good intentions

will bring my own harvest someday. 

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