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Portrait Of
There was a woman who claimed to be made of rain.
Anni Liu
There are times in life when we learn what we are made of. We learn about our substance. We learn about our molecular identity. We learn about our bones. We learn about our light and our shadow. We learn about our details and our big picture.
I think back to times when I have asked and answered that question: “What am I made of?” That question always has the same core response. A fundamental center. A fundamental center dancing with context and hope. A fundamental center big enough to hold steel and tears and pain and awe and joy. A fundamental center that knows contradiction, failure, and death as well as it knows truth, success, and life.
Maybe that what it means to be made of rain. To be a gift from above. To quince our thirst. To make life possible. To be about abundance and growth. To be the foundation of rivers and oceans and glaciers. Somehow we are made of all that.
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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