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You think you know her.
She has been a baby, a child, a teenager, a woman.
Single, married, divorced,
and the unnamed things between.
Daughter. Sister. Aunt. Friend.
She has seen more than she will ever say.
She has said yes to almost everything.
She has not said no to enough.
She has lived many lives.
Died many times.
Come back softer every time.
All of it lives in her now,
the versions of her living in commune,
yet she wakes up feeling lonely for what’s missing.
She will give it all away for love.
Again.
Knowing.
Just to be fully held long enough to remember herself.
She will learn and relearn herself for eternity.
Even I don’t know the depth of me.
How could you.
With love, still becoming,
~amy