Hope was a fickle means. An inkling that transcended many heights. Hope that battled with time which was on the verge of crumbling to soulless …
A Heart’s Homecoming

Be the Voice that Echoes
Hope was a fickle means. An inkling that transcended many heights. Hope that battled with time which was on the verge of crumbling to soulless …
It has never been a lonely place. The mountains are – for all its cold and unforgiving nature – never quite devoid of weary travellers …