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In the broken place

where we live,

hope can be found

in the cracks

*

If a dandelion

can push herself

up from the earth

though a sliver of light

in cement

and be called a weed

*

—or a flower

by those who see more

surely, we too can bloom

*

in our brokenness

where we live

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Written By Jean E. Taddonio