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The lady cuts a slab of stone and in the twilight, works alone. Attempts to carve and chip and sand with a sure and steady hand interpretations of her heart as she tears the stone apart.
She gauges well, and when it’s split, she finds that she’s well pleased with it. One heart of stone broken in two is what she gives the world to view. The rock has done what she has bidden: revealed the heartbreak she has hidden.
Awesome poem Judy.
‘One heart of stone broken in two’ — what a sad but poignant line!
Mother Nature must be heartbroken in this day and age.
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