Hope – or perhaps delusion – was a flame that had stayed lit, even though its scorching light would hurt. It had refused to go out.
— Dianna Hardy
Broken Lights
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Hope – or perhaps delusion – was a flame that had stayed lit, even though its scorching light would hurt. It had refused to go out.
— Dianna Hardy
Broken Lights
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved