They survived on the bare bones of hope.
Slán agus beannachtai Dé oraibh. Goodbye and God’s bleesing be on you. Provided you aren’t wearing a rainbow pin.
Hope rises like smoke from the forest. I can’t let myself follow it yet.
Belief was a fraying rope bridge over a stormy sea. Strand by silver strand, I unraveled.
Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.
