I have no trouble expressing my joys...they come out effortlessly, bobbing on the surface for everyone to see. But my hurts are a different matter...they lurk, they hide, they cling, they skulk. The bruises on my heart will fade away but the words you said hit so hard their impact will always remain...I must lure them out like fish in deep water; I must reel them out of the depths.
Baking helps me do this, and for that I'm grateful...
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