The Letter I wrote of Hope to The Olive Tree in My Backyard
I write in guilt from the comfort of my home as the olive trees are forcibly soaked in the taste of blood, the roots are grounded with strong faith in God though I’m shaking in doubt of hope’s existence. The soil is embracing those roots with its motherly instinct, promising growth amidst the chaos. The […]
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