“Listen,
I never dreamed
I would learn to love you so.
You are as flawed
as my vision
As short tempered
as my breath.
Every time you say
you love me
I look for shelter.

But these matters are small.[...]“

- in Her Blue Body Evething We Know by Alice Walker (The Color Purple)

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