I see that you are going through a rough time. We have all known such times, when the sky and ground were turned around, no moon to guide us through the dark wood. I see how bravely you take one step after the other, and I hold my lantern high, here at the edge of the forest. I am your witness. I am your friend.
The journey is yours alone, but you are not alone.
storypeople.com
copy and paste to share
