the darkest night
When the darkest night still holds light.
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When the darkest night still holds light.
Hope takes consistency. It takes work. It takes... a vision.
Sometimes we need a reminder that life is not all death.
Our hearts are changed by loss. But what if we get to decide what that change looks like?
What if generational healing begins in the bodies of those who most often birth us?