Broken things and fireworks.


And then the sky exploded in color. This broken tree in the corner of the photograph fell the night before I ever saw it.

We were both broken things at the time, but the tree is being helped and healed and growing strong. The lost part of itself can never be returned to it. The tree will never be its old whole self again, it will be a new beautiful thing.

When someone breaks you, don’t stay broken. Staying broken is your choice. Staying strong can be your choice too.

House Without a Key, Hawai’i.

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