Community.
Hugged by those that have stood far longer than us.
And will stand well after we are gone.
A group.
A space.
Take away the people and there is still hope.
There is still beauty.
But, there is no emotion...
At least that are eyes can perceive.
No shared feelings.
No tension.
No learning.
No accountability.
Left to grow on it's own.
Without the help of those that steward, cut, and build up.
Two or three gathered... oftentimes more.
We are stronger together... than we could ever be apart.
Unity. Strength. Hope.
The darkness and evil of this world tries to rip that away from us.
And we play into it's demands...
Unknowingly yet aware.
We choose to hate.
When love is so much sweeter.
Community... We come together. As one.
How strong we could be...
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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