I find light in all of the tunnels before me, as the intensity of the light is not only a relative measure of my need, it is also my desire to find it as to help me stay on course. I pick a peck of peppered, trickles of light to be by my side, inside of me and to beam from me….


One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.