We only need a sliver.
A hairline barely visible to the naked eye.
Strain if need be to see it.
During the darkest of times, focus on that small crack of light.
It can guide you through the clouds.
But, the clouds do serve a purpose. Without the blanket of pain or adversity, the comforting hand of hope is powerless. The beauty of the light doesn't shine.
Know the clouds will come. But, also know the flickering will ignite.
Death and life. Tears and smiles.
Feel.
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