This blog almost died last week……
It felt it picked more than its share of life’s bitter harvest. Until inside the seeds of the bitterness, it found hope. It wished it had not found hope. The small seedling of hope now asks for food and shelter and dreams and a little bit of sun. It asks for more than that. It asks for love.
Random Harvest again picks on the dreary randomness of life and moves on with the remains of the day.
And I am scared again to meet myself on the cross-roads of love, hate, life and death.
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