Maybe
Maybe the storm overshadows our rosiest plans to teach us how to wait. Maybe the loneliness creeps up like a weed to teach us who our true friends are. Maybe our fears strike like lightning to teach us how to be brave. Maybe the darkness pays an unwelcome visit to teach us that it’s possible to hope again.
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