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In the intricate brocade of existence, fortitude unfurls as a luminescent thread, woven with the rarest of gems forged in the crucible of suffering, yet unyielding in the face of despair…
It is the quintessence of tenacity, a symphony of mettle and grace, orchestrating a serenade that resonates through the corridors of time…
Each trial, each tribulation, is but a brushstroke in the masterpiece of a soul’s journey, painting a portrait of indomitable spirit…
In the vast expanse of human experience, fortitude stands as a paragon of magnanimity, a diamond in the rough hewn from the quarry of adversity. It gleams with an iridescent luminosity, casting a radiant glow upon the bleakest hours…
Like the sacred lotus that rises from murky depths, it elevates us beyond the mire, a testament to the transformative power that resides within….
With each scar etched upon the canvas of our being, fortitude writes a sonnet of triumph, a psalm of unbreakable will, echoing through eternity…
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If you would like me to read this to you…
∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 
That is beautiful Christina. So true as well. The third verse resonates so much with me as I know it does with you. After all, you are RECONSTRUCTING Christina 🙂
I remember reading (or hearing, I can’t remember which) that a scar is just proof that you survived another trial of life.
I am glad to see you keep kicking out these great pieces. Don’t stop.
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The third verse indeed! Thank you so so much for your kind praise!
Initially, I didn’t think reconstruction would be such a long term, ongoing thing… but it kind of is, for us all.
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