Sunflowers in my window,
stretching to the honey colored
sun streaming in.
Mama told me to surround myself
with beautiful things.
I collect stories from strangers,
they look into my eyes
and open their hearts.
I find beauty in them
like broken seashells washed ashore ,
like weeds I believed to be flowers,
when I was a little girl.
I collect stories of beautiful souls,
pain and sorrow.
Sober by truth and inspiration,
I find grace,
I find gratitude.
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