Light 10
The Beautiful Struggle Italy
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A Beautiful StruggleA nun waits by the gates of heaven,wishing for entry into a softer dimension.Each prayer, a thread unraveling in the heat,whispers scorched by the rising light.The halls echo with heels on marble,each step a ghost of devotion,where silence holds the breath of saintsand shadows cling to crumbling stone.The midsummer sun reigns down,its fury etched on melting marble columns—The weight pressing down on those thattoil beneath its shadow.Beautifully strained faces blur into myth,surrounding the distant hum of ever-changing memory,once supreme.The glimmer of humanity in every gazea silent warmth pressing our soul,ever closer to our chest.










