Invitation to an Injured arm

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Dear Arm, let me take you to that place where sunlight floods the skin and seeps through every pore, slowly drenching every cell with its cosmic goodness. You will feel it, I know. And in that place, where time gobbles itself out of existence and space is boundless, you will hear the sweet, soundless music that the angels make with their harps strung with joy. It will soothe you endlessly I promise. And there also, faith will call in to massage away all your pain and discomfort while Peace Poets gather to observe sacred silence. I know you will feel a thousand times better, dear Arm, in this place of holy healing. Oh, did I tell you what it’s called? Love. I bet you never would have guessed!