Oh my.

My heart ripped asunder with the vision of what you painted and witnessed.

The love on all sides of that moment and the knowing of what is to come.

And compounded…

Because I see that child in all of us, afraid to reach out, self-censoring all compassion. Hoarding our chips. Preferring even to cause harm to those that might take what is ours.

You give me hope, if not comfort.