Refinement pokes, prods, and pulls.
Facing truth can disturb. But, oh, how necessary I realize it is for me to be dumped into a bucket, shaken until all of my impurities butt up
against the instruments of their destruction—to endure through Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani moments.
Past insecurities are coming to a head with present realities. I am prepared
because I have been—am being—purified. Dross removed, imperfections smoothed
over. I needed the fire to produce this shine.
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