Grit & Grace

In the hush of an early morning walk,the first rays of sunlight fell softly upon it…drawing it quietly into my gaze. A tender bloom,rising from cracks in stubborn stone,untended, unseen….yet utterly alive. No careful hands, no promised rain,only grit, and the quiet insistence to grow. Grace, born of resistance.Beauty, shaped by survival. if I were…… Continue reading Grit & Grace

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