WRITTEN BY MARIEWILLIAMS53 AND SHE TOUCHED MY HEART AS IF SHE WRITES OF MY OWN STORY.
Florence not the place in Italy. A real person, an essentially good person but flawed nonetheless. I cannot say what prompted me to write today of Florence although I had been thinking about her for a while and I wanted to share with all the beauty of a soul who suffered more than words can say, and who dwelt each day in turmoil. You see Florence was a victim of domestic violence. And Florence came to believe that that was all she deserved. She did not know how, could not know how, was unable to show the scars, the tears, her fears, instead wearing these garments like a beautiful gown thrown carefully about her person. She paid attention to this outward show: the fashion show of the broken.
Others looked but could not see her pain for she wore those garments well. Tears like a brooch pinned to her heart…
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