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There might not be an end to this, she thought.
It broke her heart to even think it. For she did not recognize herself in this thought. This worry.
Hardship was a familiar thing. She understood struggle. The effort of building muscle against force.
She knew suffering.
But not this. Not the deliberate harm.
Not the anfractuous path of sorrow inflicted purely for the sake of pain.
She knew not what to do with that.
Other than build a barrier around her soul to protect what was left, grieve for the need to do so.
And hope.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: anfractuous in 97 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
A very touching write
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Thank you, Sadje. These are tortuous times for so many … we must hold hope, for otherwise, what will we hold on to?
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Very true Na’ama. Without hope, there’s no tomorrow
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Indeed!
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❤️🙏🏼❤️
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I know this feeling. You expressed it so very well
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Thank you! May there be less anguish, more hope.
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Amen!
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This is very, very relatable, Na’ama. ❤
~David
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Thank you… I wish it weren’t and yet, I am glad that at least it resonates.
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Oh, Na’ama. What a heartfelt write. Beautifully done on a word that honestly, I do not think I will throw in, in a conversation!
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Yes, it is a bit of an uppity word, isn’t it? And yet, sometimes these nestle just so in a written thing. Conversation? Not so much … xoxo
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One of them thar million dollar words 😉
Will have to get my thinking cap on if I’m to try!
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Just be sure to get the thinking cap from the fancy part of the closet … 😀
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Right, plain would not do in this case!! 👒
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