Take It Easy on My HeartShe had loved so fully and so long that it had become part of the weather around her, and when the morning rain came she did not flinch. She let it fall. There was something already washed clean in her, something that had decided tenderness was not a wound but a way of moving through the world. Her eyes said everything her voice had learned not to. In Take It Easy on My Heart, she was not breaking. She was becoming. Original one of a kind painting