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i will teach you how to find beauty, he said, the beauty in an old man's weathered hands, in the endless circles that dance around a rock in a pond, in the gentle corners of a newborn's mouth. i will teach you how to not be afraid of the dark, to spin waterlilies around in your palm, to run down empty streets with a song in your head and your hands lifted high. i will show you the meaning of true love and even truer life, stretch you and mold you like soft clay between my fingers, fill you up and empty you out like a cistern. i will kiss your forehead with morning dew, comfort you at night when you sleep alone on a cold mattress that yearns for another body to warm it. i will break the hard shell that has formed around you, the endless sorrow that overwhelms you. i will not take away your pain, but i will teach you how to endure it, to find even a source of joy in it.
if only you will trust me with the new eyes i give you, this new heart i transplant you.