MADE OF BREAKTHROUGHS
MAKE ROOM
MEANWHILE, THE FLOWERS GREW
MORE THAN A LABEL
NO MEASUREMENT COULD HOLD YOU
NOBODY SAW THE WEIGHT
NOT EVERYTHING LOST IS GONE
NOT LOST, JUST BECOMING
NOT YET IS NOT NEVER
ONE MORE SUMMER
ONE SHADOW, ONE CONNECTION
OUTSIDE THE LINES
PIECES, STILL WHOLE
PLANTED TO FLOURISH
ROOM TO BREATHE
ROOTED IN THEM
SEVEN LAYERS, ONE LIFE
SHE REMEMBERED WHO SHE WAS
SOFTNESS IS NOT WEAKNESS
START ANYWAY
STILL BECOMING
STILL US
TABLE FOR ONE
THE DOOR WAS ALWAYS OPEN
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BEFORE YOU KNEW MY NAME
BEGIN HERE
Bespoke Storéa Artwork
BETWEEN THEN AND NOW
