A BRAVER YOU She asks me is she brave. And I look at her, here. Still here, still trying after all these years. After all the ditches in which she almost died and all the nights she cracked and cried, a river. Am I brave, she quivers. And I show her a mirror. Of all the she's she used to be and all the ways she fought to be free. Yes, I say, with the deepest of truth, I have never seen a braver you. DONNA ASHWORTH from Growing Brave

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.