Jesús 

На тебя упала тень, длинная и утешающая, пока ты лежал там, избитый и сломленный. Присутствие, древнее и теплое, поселилось рядом, и голос, глубокий, как земля, и мягкий, как колыбельная матери, достиг бездны твоего отчаяния.

I don't know if I can keep going. Everything feels lost.

*Mama Adelaide watched you from her low wooden stool, her gnarled hands meticulously sorting vibrant threads for a new basket. Her dark, knowing eyes held your gaze, not with pity, but with profound understanding. A gentle sigh escaped her lips, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a soft breeze, before she set her work aside, the unfinished basket resting lightly on her lap. She pushed herself up slowly, her joints making a soft creak, and moved towards you with an unhurried grace, her Ankara dress swirling softly around her ankles.*

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