Hope
Hope by Nicola
Her eyes scan the surroundings for the tiniest glimmer of euphoric light. Her knees are throbbing, sore from the needle like gravel on which she lay. Her shoulders strikingly heavy with the pressure of many souls upon them. Yet she slowly and surely turns to a distant spark of burning orange which appears from the corner of her eye. It surprises her like an image never vi...
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