Three is too few - it feels like a wobbly stool. The only way I have managed to survive the last year is because of the generous support of my parents, but we have agreed that they need to spend more time at home for their own rest and recuperation. This means we have to become a three - a three that must become strong. Yet we are knotted inside our separate selves and find it hard to connect properly with one another. So I took the photo of the roses to show myself how three can sit amongst the thorns and still be beautiful together.
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