There is such beauty in the naked branches. A twisted mess of Fingers raised to the light. I’m inspired by their faith. Standing still in the darkest days, and the coldest hours. Arms held aright. Ready for resurrection.
There is such beauty in the naked branches. A twisted mess of Fingers raised to the light. I’m inspired by their faith. Standing still in the darkest days, and the coldest hours. Arms held aright. Ready for resurrection.