Our most difficult experiences bring out the best and worst in us. The length of the duration of the difficulty/ies and the choices in which we adapt —during—
becomes the frame; gilded or battered
that encapsulates
the sum total of our meaning
while of flesh
perhaps to decide to own the sum, while in reflection, buffs the luster and oils away the soil
is it a picture frame? or the backbone and shoulders of a soul that either buckled or kept its integrity
which do you want hung in the portrait gallery?
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