Rejoice, my love, that your feet have carried you this far. That the stones that broke your bones remain behind you. That your breath, however short, has sustained you. That the sun has compelled you forward. Rejoice, my love. That you've tasted the blood of tribulation and persevered. That you've stood at the edge and no longer see it as an end. Rejoice, oh broken love. That those fractures in your heart have allowed your light out. That however dark and disparaging your path may be, it is for goodness that you remain. Rejoice. Close your eyes. And let the falling sun warm your face once more.