Some days the point is simply to be in the garden, to walk without a destination in mind. To write and never find the end of the sentence. To love without knowing entirely where that love will lead. To listen and not speak. To find salve in the quiet moments that nobody else will see. Maybe you are not meant to find an answer in every hour, but to finally realize that not everything is an open-ended question, somethings are just meant to be.

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