We have a right to softness. In a world that demands being hard, we will be gentle. Where there is noise, we will open ourselves to quiet. We will be sweet, and tender, and other feelings which have long been denied from us. Everything we touch will bloom into life, a fuller expression than it was before; we will build more than tear down.

Our bodies will hold many more colors than anger. We will paint with affection and wrap ourselves in overflowing vulnerability. We will care. We will cry. We will dance. We will relearn how to be soft.

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