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When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a woman, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
I am feeling very woman as of late. I am strong, and brave, and therefore capable of many kindnesses. Of tenderness. I see myself as a girl just weeks past, and I brush my lips against her forehead "goodnight." The hair stuck there with the sweat of her endeavors, of her nightmares. No more whimpering in the night as she is murdered by phantoms (as she is never actually touched.) Her face pales pink with the final sigh, a humble threnody as her soul fades from one body to the next. A clean slate, an offering to the future.
Only one has borne witness.