You - prickly, irritable, mean you - said, in a vulnerable moment, "I don't know how to let anyone in, close to me." Later, I thought of an old story for you.
There was once a farmer who owned many fields. He kept all of the birds and creatures away from his crops with traps and fences. He was very successful.
But he was so lonely. One day, then, he stood in the middle of his fields to call the animals to himself. He stayed there from dawn to dusk with arms outstretched - beckoning, demanding their love. But not a single animal came. Not a single creature appeared. They were terrified.
Of the farmer's new scarecrow.
Do you see?
So, dear one, just let down your arms. And we will all come to you.
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