In Quebec, I found a dot in the sidewalk. The beauty of Quebec is still with me.
They tired of my taking photos. I tired of them walking without me.
Life is still.
I remember feeling closely connected to myself and distantly connected to others.
Beauty kept reminding me.
I was shown that busting through comes with force.
I still remember my painful thankfulness.
I couldn’t love my daughter more.
She is stunningly beautiful.