‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒆́𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉. 𑁤

if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ all we 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 to decide is w͟h͟a͟t͟ to do ωιтн the 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 — ᴛʜᴀᴛ is 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝖚𝖘.

⠀ as for myself, ⠀ splintered 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔, once part of a ⠀ cathedral. window, glimmering, ⠀ broken 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 that caught the light. ⠀ and i 𝒸͟𝓊͟𝓉 myself handling them.

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ the 𝑺𝑬𝑨, once it casts its 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡, holds one in its 𝖓𝖊𝖙 of wonder 𝐅̶𝐎̶𝐑̶𝐄̶𝐕̶𝐄̶𝐑̶ .ᐟ

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