Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
”...the wind of multiple wings rustling in the distance, gracefully whispering the ingredients of a miracle…”
I don’t want to feel anything, but I do… and it all comes back to you. ... I refuse to believe that it’s only me feeling.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map