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tO wRiTe
LoVe
On HeR
aRmS
She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.
Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars.
I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness.
The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."
It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.
Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions.
She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. She hands me her last razor blade.
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