I Have Hope Because She lives Within Me; The Cunning Woman’s Chamber

The girl sits hunched over on the sofa, she looks like a flower bending under the weight of heavy rainfall. She weeps silently to herself, as if her grief is some dire secret. She's silence today, someday she's speak, fighting back the tears to give a name to the small thing that bought on this new... Continue Reading →

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