Dear Anonymous,
I will cradle hope this morning. Hope stands with his hair down. That's what hope looks like this morning. And it looks like the shelter he creates with his cupped hands, helping someone light their cigarette in the wind.
Dear Anonymous,
I will cradle hope this morning. Hope stands with his hair down. That's what hope looks like this morning. And it looks like the shelter he creates with his cupped hands, helping someone light their cigarette in the wind.