A quiet hope, a fragile whisper of life in a dying world, leads me to believe our paths were meant to cross, in this age of fading light. Perhaps, together, we can tend to the embers that remain.
A quiet hope, a fragile whisper of life in a dying world, leads me to believe our paths were meant to cross, in this age of fading light. Perhaps, together, we can tend to the embers that remain.