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A healing fable

Turtle was in love with Rabbit.
Her family was shocked. This is unheard of; we cannot allow such foolishness to prevail, they said. How can a turtle love a rabbit so?

Yet, she left the water to be with him. She bid farewell to her mother and father, sister and brother and crawled onto the land. Somewhere in her soft heart underneath that hard shell she wore, she felt great love for rabbit, the Prince of Shore.

She had seen him run and adored his pace. The way he combed his hair, took her breathe away. She had seen him feast on carrots and cabbage and felt she shared the same passion. 
Made for each other she felt, so they married.

Rabbit insisted on moving fast. He was always in a hurry. He darted in and out of holes and chewed his food rapidly, while looking at turtle with eyes impatiently.
“Move faster” he would shout back angrily.
“Wait for me” she would yell.

He ran ahead and she plodded behind on feet that now had cuts and scratches with much of land and not much of water.
“Wait for me” she said again, but he was fast asleep under the Apple tree.
She reached the Tree, to look at him and sighed and thought to herself - How different we are, how wrong I was, perhaps it’s time for me to go.
She plodded on and left him behind. She moved on to the bright waters of her life of old.

Rabbit woke up to find her gone. Search he never did. For he knew what was gone was gone and letting go was the best he could.

Who won, who lost we may not be sure. But for sure Turtle was happier than before.

~~~

The seeds of this fable were sown a long time ago, in that limbo period of desolation and abundance. Yesterday I completed it. It has the roots of a healing fable and is dedicated to all those who think they make choices that are irreversible. 
If you are moving towards Peace, then That is the right choice.

A healing fable dedicated to the seperators and their loved ones.

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