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head out in search of somewhere quiet. Anywhere but here

They do not speak of her rage when she would pull rain from the clouds and the flowers beneath her feet turned black. They do not speak of how she laughed when Icarus fell from the sky in a golden plume. They do not speak of how she grew flowers because she enjoyed watching them fade and die. They do not speak of how she pounded at the gates of Hell until they opened or how she let the pomegranate juice drip from her smiling lips. Or how even Hades trembled under her gaze.

is the combination of life's treasured moments tied together in the infinite circle of life. It never ends. It's a constant reminder when you're weak and tired, and it never fails. When you want to quit, love continues. When you want to cry, love