Did you ever break something and then try to put it back together again? It is never really the same, is it? When I was a kid and broke something I always wanted to put it back together well enough so no one would notice. I never wanted people to know I had done something wrong or made a mess. I didn’t want to get in trouble.
But what happens when the thing that gets broken is us? What happens when we need to put ourselves back together so no one will notice? Will people notice the cracks and imperfections? Will people notice the messy parts that don’t fit together quite like before?
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Kristine Binder 