A friend of mine who writes poetry managed to put into words the indescribable–how it feels to know a certain type of pain and the hope of not forgetting. I couldn’t have said it better.
Oh, God of dust and rainbows, help us see
That without dust the rainbow would not be.
~ Langston Hughes
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