and keeps a closet full of unexpected habits.
Dressed as divorce or disease,
an accident, a dead-end job, or death,
she opens doors we never knew were closed,
inviting us to step
where we never thought to tread;
to discover hidden valleys
and new heights within the shadows
of our souls.
Perhaps today she'll masquerade
as a weak ankle, or sore back...
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