Old wounds break out afresh—the memory is all too keen—the balm too insufficient. Cover up those deep stabs. Divorce yourself forever from that which is ugly and loathsome—they are past, and because you suffered, they have brought you gifts aplenty and represent unlimited treasure to you. Their recollection should not be sad—they should represent gain, not loss—they should stand for joy, not anguish.
16 April 2026
How to cover up those deep stabs?
Posted by Luisa Rodrigues Luisa Rodrigues at 12:56
Labels: Conundrums
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