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What was once held in hands now learns to stand in the light learning the language of becoming
Seeds of love, learning to grow on their own — quietly, endlessly
Small hands and knowing starts small — through touch and trust
The circle closes softly — love does not leave, it waits quietly. Always near when
they reach by — the helping hands are still there in every return.
Presence becomes the language they both know
Held before the world can hold — feelings begin in her calm and the world makes sense again
when She smiles
Stepping into the unknown together — still and sure. The journey begins with someone walking
beside you.
