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The pieces sparkle when they catch the light, but in the dark, they draw blood.

Remnants of something that was shattered; something that can’t be pieced back together as it was before.

The only hope to restore its beauty to something lovely, and not jagged, is to create something new. 

A mosaic.

Using each broken piece, the old becomes new.  

The pain becomes beauty. 

What once was fragile and shattered, becomes strong and whole.

But first, it had to break.