Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.
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.
They survived on the bare bones of hope.
