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That's what God, an eight-year-old
girl busy with clay and paints, would say.
I assure you, even this hurt's a seed
for something new. You think
avocado and lime were in the first draft?
She didn't plan tears either.
Oceans
to puddles were water enough.
Then Adam cried, not yet knowing
what it meant to be a man,
and God saw hues she
hadn't
considered. Imagine, with time enough,
the flower your ache might yield.
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